and the flowers are back
and the songbirds are back
and it’s the time of year
when little boys start thinking of little girls
and middle-aged men start thinking
of teenage girls
middle-aged men who live alone
and work jobs they hate and watch porn
on their computers all day
I’ve got no excuses (maybe my parents)
but that’s it
it’d take a lawyer like William Kunstler
to defend me, keep me outta the frying chair
no excuses for my baldness and my pathetic state
except bad genes and a horrible family
and heredity is a cruel curse
it’s the Gods dipping you in tar
head-first
and then sending you off on yr miserable way
and when I cross over
however many years from now
I’m not asking to sit at the right hand of Buddha
just in a field of
little girls and white horses.
