Maybe you're never really living till you've understood what death is

So I touched the human spirit with lyrics some say are breathless

It's that breathlessness that inspired my tired hand

To write these endless epilogues that some call pretentious

Living verse existence surviving, verse thriving in an environment

Vitamin supplements and a government's removal of pensions retirement

Empty out your life savings cause your wife's handing that knife collection

Could have used some type of protection but you sliced through her midsection

Even though the sex was great you want belly thin

Didn't want to ruin the love canal and that's why you went too serried

And everyone's got your own opinion, ask your librarian about the alien

Legal aliens, vegan terrorist and all of the vegetarian activists

Male malchy and alchemists grab a fistful of calculus pals

Who dissed over the lack of apple cum math-or-piss

Build but calluses on the phalluses of Alice and Wonderland-scapers

Put on your happy face, here comes the hand shakers with sand paper gloves

They wanna jerk you off with, to further off quick

Cause I prefer the soft lips of a whore's kiss

I lick my wounds and force my tongue into the opening

Communicating with infections that took residence when I broke my skin

I've learned their language now my infectious speech gets sickening

But my poetry has become a scab lies just can't help picking

Tickling too many worldly fancies whimpering on my hands and knees

Crawling fast through laundry mats pilfering girlie's panties

Ya heard me? Man please

I ain't take nothing without paying except for school books and blank tapes

Throw in a can-a-pee from a canopy can a pee brain hit me in plain day

Are we game though we came