The numbers she called lucky never won. That didn't matter, it was all for fun.
Popcorn ceiling and wood trim,
looking back with a grin.
I called it like I see it. I'll come to the conclusion in a minute.
You can't have nice things with a dumb kid.
I'm too impatient to win a bid.
Buy me out, Mr. Short and Stout. Oatmeal is what it's all about.
Eventually, you'll never go home again. Feeling like you're ten.
Entering a zen state, pretending not to hate, cower before the magistrate.
Accepting cookies, dropping dookies, a massacre of Wookies,
a tour of non-sequiturs, leather and fur, animal hour
Take a deep breath. Explore the depths.
Feral children, born of desperations seed, raised on a post-industrial creed,
violence is their language, love a foreign tongue,
but deep inside they yearn to be held and sung.