Friday, December 11, 2009

Writing Books For Karen O

Its agreed that...

The mind is a reiver and the cleaver a bridge,
But if cleavers make canyons why did mine make a ditch?
Don’t try to talk slowly, was the one thing I learnt
I’m smarter, but whats harder, not what’s inside her shirt

Yeah I am sorry, but you can't have a look
And do you know how hard it is to write a whole fucking book?
Well I am hungry because being full is wrong
The carrots taste worse as you eat it along
So, shit...
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Back? Well that cracks for me
And he's such an art star!
He can’t tell the difference between a book
And the 'going postal' scene

For lunch there is Thanatos, not lest
He’s such a fucking Godot-esque
Man, it’s funny but it’s true
Existentialists can only serve you so far

Wait, what? But yeah though, I didn't hear
And that year! And that hair! And that air!
I'm starting to sound like a teenager
But fuck me if I stop to care

And would my asshole friends act the same?
Playing gone/there games
When he meant sexism and in all honesty
He probably did.

Like those people that believe Darwin was wrong,
But not for religious reasons.

And now I don't feel so good.

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