What Is Coming My goal is to make a million dollars Selling golf balls to the homeless They will need putters To make that first putt Down stinking back alleys My goal is to invalidate Pizza Hut My goal is to drive home In between road rallies And make Pop Tarts while crooning- O death will you ever come To the fly in the microwave Or is it indestructible Is it immortal Is it god slumming? My goal is to have a last look At what is coming Like the old dying homeless bastard Just before going under in the ER
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 17:29:27 +0000