Don’t ask me how my day is going.

Today I buried my cat and shaved my head

I started to smoke cigarettes and I just had my first Breakfast Beer

The world will end, once my bath salts go down the drain

When the cement seems harder than the bones on my skeleton

The heat will make your thoughts boil, like an egg on a July day

Take your trash out, but wait till the Crescent Moon can lead the way

Steps into the house will lead to the Death of my Mother

When the basement starts to hide your siblings it’s time to call

The President and demand for your money back.

When the mail shows up throw it in the River, we don’t need that shit.

When the men and the mice March to Main Street the thoughts will

Start on fire and the clouds will devour the mind our children.