It looks like it’s an album we can fight over,
To hurl glasses from across the bar
At someone with
A different favorite song from us,
Like boys, men,
The light straddling
The ceiling is five sixths of the width’s end of the mind,
She will be by and by,
As I flagrantly refresh the moratorium with
A lot of help,
Too much help as it gushes over
From my plant collection onto the
Sides of the shelves of the napalm paint you
Just dressed in corduroy