We won't stop
until somebody calls the cops
and even then
we'll start again
and just pretend
that nothing ever happened.
We're just dancing,
we're just hugging,
singing, screaming,
kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of
how it used to be.
How's it gonna be?
I'll drop kick russell stover,
move into the starting over
and know nicholas is
watching me
achieve my dreams.
And we'll pray,
all damn day, every day,
that all this shit
our president
has got us in
will go away
while we strive
to figure out a way
we can survive
these trying times
without losing our minds.
They think we're disposable,
well both my thumbs opposable
spelled out on a double word
and triple letter score.
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