Everyone has a new name
I don't know who I'm talking to anymore
Maybe I'll just
shut
up
or
Write poems about the joys of fried chicken
and steal office supplies from Wal-Mart
Walk a mile for a Camel and die of lung disease
Pretend that everything left is all right
Jump out of the darkness and bark at lovers
Eat fried chicken and explode on the fourth of July
Crawl home drunk and try to order a pizza
or
Be
just
be
I see that you are still you.
That is a very good thing.
mmhumm...whippersnapper, eh?
Did you move farther from the city, Ron? just wonderin'...