We can talk about butterflies!

Let's go back to semen.

i drink a clouded wine in a hazy sky
there is no wheel, only Pi
no answers outside
and none within
its best to give up
to just give in

you can waste your time asking
or looking for clues
but when you get through it
you'll end up on glue

the harsh biting wind
of internal strife
is all there is now
it's all of your life

so how do you sleep
all warm in your bed
well visions of simplicity
dance bold in your head

dogs and cats live in our homes
and even with them
we feel all alone

if you can see where my point goes
i feel a great pitty
for you and yo' hoes.

I am out on your front lawn
With 12 lines of cocaine and a truckfull of hookers
All pouring onto the streets for one last orgy of self destruction
Driving the Popemobile into an ocean of fire
Drunkenly hitting on oblivion
While my brain has rough sex with transparency in the back
Until finally I drag out the trolley of clowns
To kill you and make jokes about it
And then laugh as they run through your fueneral
Looting, fucking and pillaging.

Thank you.

Click click click.

*snaps fingers*