Sources said they were supposed to have parted ways
10 years ago
But spending time was their main specialty
And defending their honor was their other

During those 10 years
They broke up 20 times
Every time he felt the pangs of the spring
Every time she felt textures on autumn leaves

The public just couldn't get over
Their love of each others isolation
Of knowing someone like an extension
That they sometimes cut off
And grew back
Like some crazy starfish

Starfished lovers
In love with the sea

I am growing this beard out
I am not especially proficient at it
It comes in patchy
A little less than professional
And red too, in no way matching the rest of the body

Kind of like this writing

I can't stop doing it
Writing
Yes I can
I do it all the time

Oh yeah
I am the tortured writer

Dear Mr. President,
Of these United States of America,
She wrote
I have the solution to your problems:

I want cold, steely machines
That look like people
Technocrats
With laser action and everything

They need the ability to feign compromise
To be in any part of the country
Falling from many stories up
And still land in the middle

This would be a sort of autopilot
Like the vehicles that drive themselves
I mean the Founders did most of the work anyways
Something something racial equality afterward
And someday gender equality
Maybe that can be a request to the 'technos'
That's what we'll call them

I am sure Google is already working on an auto-government machine
Maybe call them
You've seen the Matrix haven't you?
Just have them do that
Except attempt to destroy the human race
That would defeat the purpose

I had my DNA genetically sequenced
The other day
In the basement of a hospital
That burned Purell for heating gas
And smoked money for electricity

It was there it was foretold
And there it was shown
There they transported me to my death
Where I was clutching my chest and rubbing my temples
And the nurse went to go get someone to help
I was 40 years too early

I want all my words to be clever
Just like Oscar Wilde

Every phrase an aphorism
And everyone of them said with a smile
That runs crooked as I put a top hat on

Until someone says I am too smart for my own good
For crimes related to homophobia
Then I will spend years in prison
Aphorisms colored Gaol
Landing in a rich Parisian hotel only to wait out death
Saying clever things like
'I am dying beyond my means!'
or
'My wallpaper and I are fight a duel to death, one of us has to go!'

People remember clever
They quote it for ages

If I was a neanderthal
I would stay up all night making popcorn
And cave paintings
And realizing that one day I'll die too

Cows sent to pasture
Have plenty of grass

I see you there
And it does not concern me

I will not pee on your headstone
Sniff your flowers from afar

People have their corners
And I have mine

I know what you want
I don't know if I can deliver
Or that you will be alright if I don't

Yet my fingers keep clicking
My legs keep moving
Sleep keeps coming

I know what you want
And I am sure I can deliver
Like a champion

I just need to see about a few things
You can make it

I watched a movie that made me weep
Where no one gave a *beep*
It was called 'Sorrowful Sheep'

I made that up
No I didn't
Yes I did
No I didn't
Yes I did