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Fantasies of Friendship


I drove alone to each his own but I don't have any people 'cause slavery's illegal If I could, I'd tie someone up put him in my trunk sit on top to squelch the thumps that way he'd be obliged he'd be obliged to listen be happy I gave you a trunk to piss in Drive to the Red Box Rent movies to watch only after we study the vocab for Mrs. Fox My excitement shows on my skin like chickenpox Or a pregnant belly OH SHIT! They have "Free Willy"! Now this is just plain silly Here I go watching illusions damn, I'm so deluded Shouldn't have been so damn exclusive Instead of being complex I should be more lucid But no you just had to be meta-cognitive and spewing your ideas just had to be your prerogative And here I sit, Mr. Intangible The ever-so-elusive and non-understandable
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