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We were drinking coffee out of Mason jarsAnd replacing stars with cheap taboosThe track marks on your face are dried Elmer’s glueI feel aloof enough to introspectRead and reread womanous textsThere’s a hierarchy of needsMy kill count includes way too many centipedesTell myself I’m not a jerkTell your mom I’m not a jerkShy away from jobs, borrow money, anything that works,That isn’t workYou read Catch-22 on the KindleI used to play "Turkey in the Straw” on the fiddleWeave a tapestry, my mouth is like a spindleModern sitcom titled, “Malcolm X in the Middle”Which is the bad pill: red, blue or Advil?Used to write poems and tell myself I had mad skillsMy pops would sing in the shower; what a neat vibratoHold the violin bow proper when plucking pizzicatoI want to be a bird that wrote in a letter to Nelly FurtadoI’m mostly lonely until I figure out the anglesShe laughs when I call her my spottieottiedopaliscious angelI could make you a delicious peach crumbleYou don’t want to send and receive all these messages I bungledWe could go on a swell date to the arcadeWatch your eyes glaze when I give you the star map that I madeLetras de cancionesOne time a bird shit on me while I was waiting for the L trainDragon Ball Z wasn’t worth watching until Cell cameThat’s rather macabre, I hate ask, but what about Bob?I’ve been wearing flannel pajama bottoms for too longOnly muster the courage to leave the house when the oolong is goneI don’t like my lentils hardYou snatched me up like one of Olmec’s temple guardsI splurged and bought a case of Bubba ColaFor Pete’s sake, we had plans to buy a bloody CorollaThe domesticated life has been filed away in a beige folderA well-spoken black man, let me be your Eric HolderOr more aptly, Erik EstradaYou made delicious cookies with chocolate chipsI want to write a book all about rocket shipsSilly arguments over tofurkey bastingsI feel like Duke William in the Battle of HastingsI feel like–I feel like–I feel like–I feel like Duke William in the Battle of Hastings From Letras Mania