damn I wish the Garden State soundtrack didn’t kick so much ass
stop telling me Anne Frank is some kind
of bomb-ass pussy
single mother chat rooms make my skin creep
New Orleans looks like a burnt snowman
most importantly later in life be yourself
downtown there are folks
filling out educational forms
who will pay you to put your panties on their faces
meanwhile over in West Des Moines
I distinctly recall three Star Trek novels dealing specifically
with a giant polar bear who smoked too much weed
snooping into the contents of a 9" x 7" x 5"
full-color embossed metal Conan lunchbox
Mr Hollywood has always been in the habit
of banging retarded beyotches
with invisible thermal underwear
he is a hot Nazi (a hotzi if you will)
nothing says lovin’ like a large blow-up photo of Anne Frank
not Black History Month beach vacations
not Hannah Arendt lampshades
not one of the 10 million reasons
I’m afraid to ask