I poured my soul into it, you know, for the art.
What a crock.
It’s all a crock.
The job, jobs, any job,
All that matters is eating and beer.
despite the fact people fell sick and died.
we’re all a bunch of crawling, scrambling ants
in an impossibly complex nest.
The stupid things we must do to live
are mind-bogglingly complicated
Calculating adjusted gross income
Choosing car insurance
Hello Magoo, how the fuck are you?
Blind as a bat? I’m still working for that rat
at the quarry
and then there’s Joe Dimaggio
Where the hell has he gone?
That’s another story.