Maybe a foot apart, us
Yet it feels like Antarctica was
On either side that once said love
If Antarctica was spelled good or fine, just
Monosyllabic goose eggs
Cause everything I bring up nags
Can’t find the words, my tongue is blind
Bitten and chewed off so many times
I try to find the smile, worthwhile
Eyeing up rivers, “Done” cries de Crocodile
Bitch, suit up, you are tits up in De Nile
I think about how PG-13 movies
Only get one “fuck” usage
And I guess if I gotta go through this
At least I get to say fuck many times to it
Thank fucking god I must be unrated
Yet here we are clowning and masquerading
You, of course, master of baiting
My life could be like OnlyFans,
But the only XXX I really got is my waistband
See that? A joke cause I feel fat
Oh drat,
I’m a self-deprecating poet
Didn’t know it
But my feet show it
They’re Longfellows!
Is it foot in mouth or head up ass?
Inside just like the jokes I crack
Wondering when I don’t get last
Laugh, maybe one day I’ll get all mine,
Sure, I can’t write when “I’m fine”
But it’s so damn easy for me to rhyme
When my life yet again becomes the fucking punchline
Ba dum ching
Mah Butt Itches 
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