Asshole. Thats your code name. Don't bother with
a disquise; we know that you're the same. You're
muscle-y and beefy (oh yeah), my mouth is spent.
You celebrate mardi gras, but don't pay attention
to lent. I scan the back of the alumni magizines
for OPC's. I patiently await your name on the
oh-be-2-are-ees. I admit that I seethe when those
I'm hating succeed, But there is still laughter at
thee. Ha ha hee hee hee. Hit men. Thats an order.
To avoid a job with the assholes, to amass ad
time for the superbowl, to avoid a job with the
assholes, these are ambitions. Goals! Goals! Are
you feeling faint from that man kissing a man?
Pass out! I wish your body were taller and the
ground a little sharper than... It is true? No
woman, nobody, right? That's why you'll settle
for a girlfriend that you don't even like.