No wonder nobody gets me.
Even I have no idea when I’m
being serious and when I’m
just clowning around.
Losing a pound of ecstasy
in one weekend must be
critically severe, kind
of like a disco death.
I wouldn’t know, though.
What I do know is he’s
so ambitious. He even
sews. He doesn’t
phone
her. He doesn’t
write.
But don’t forget, folks,
that’s what you get, folks
, for makin’ whoopie.
