I could have been an astronaut Had my mouth been not so vast As to create that much drag upon re-entry... I opted for sheep shearing instead -- With a case of Dysentery. I could have fucked off a queen, Or perhaps rode a steam boat up the Mississippi, but no, I loved by the handful crooked spent sirens & Drank my way there bare-back-riding. I hate you more than you can imagine Like giant god killing omens fashioned In repetitive executions rationed out to a herd of mouth foaming alien raped cattle Let's do battle as Gilgamesh and Enkidu. Until we realize we are meteor brothers Homosexual lovers, Moby Dick's blubber... Barkeep, may I have another, because My first seems to have abandoned me For that cunt in the corner with a tofu boner. And as I spout Ezra Pound by the howl, and The shorthairs, I see you there shooting another Shot in blank despair reading Friedrich Fucking Nietzsche, and with all the nerve, right beside me? Tonight I think I'll kick your ass by the dumpsters.