I fancied myself a poet today And lo! I took a yard I’m always seeing ambulance backwards And for that I pedal new york city I ate raisins in columbus circle I thought about the military Oh, I cannot lie
Upon moving the chain caught my pant leg I know, I know, I can be a bit ruddy Thoughts were infinite, varied repeating I think I was almost happy No sex, my wounds were opened Blood in shit in vast whale gut drumming Oh, I cannot lie
Through public library hallways a memory amused me Once, I slipped on a banana peel Lord’s honest truth, jolie was there How marvelous, self-amusement Then later, by the water Tired, I reflected upon the splendid day just had Oh, I cannot lie
