My love's like a glove
Except when it's really not
I've tried flavors of greeting cards
Soups with okra snot
Of course attacks are planned
Snakes eat the trout
But when cornered I turn
Retreat into a rout
Relationships are like ovens
You can overcook your sperm
I'd like to stay away from quarrels
Hideous and devious germs
The sunsets are less saturated
Than artificially colored whiskey
Scum has cum in it
I go berserk in a jiffy
Look at it this way
Lifestyle is always a horrible bitch
You can't say which way is up
Without getting a stitch
I'm sorry that I'm not sorry
For everything I've not begun
There are more insinuating
Than can be reasonably done
But I'm not innocent
I know my shit smears the wall
I'd like to take back things I've said
Except, it's too late to call
