Man, just a sandwich, can I get through one?
At the tail end of a story, is there no peace?
Here they come,
I’m an idiot,
I knew they would
But god, did it have to be those two?
Those flagrantly happy shmucks?
Wanna read my tarot,
wanna eat my chips,
How old am I, she asks,
oh, only six years older,
I’ve got time,
she had to wait a while
She raves about it takes patience and luck
I say ‘and lots of chalk’
(and please go away which she doesn’t hear
and all I get’s the look I wanted,
you don’t know about drawing boards yet,
and I hate to be harsh
but you’re sitting where I want to put my feet.