Sad but true
The overall state of the mens
The sections get smaller
The hems rise
Until you find your slacks have
Become your long awaited apron strings
Or disgustingly gagagaragantuan
Its either gorillas or bunny rabbits
Steak or string beans
Boeuf or haricot verts
Africa or south of france
Which aren't really so far from each other
On your plate they chill quite close
Near enough to share their vapors
And we all eat them in unison
Admit it or not
So we all drop it...
Because nobody knows how to weild a steak knife
Nobody can cut that genderous sexuality mark
These days
These days
The tendency is to meander
Stay snug in skateboards
Slumber parties
The single simple life
A slackers nightmarish dream of heaven
No motion this way or that way
This place will have you wetting the very bed
You are trying to fuck her and him in
But even the girlies love the slight light sight
Of that denim diaper
They looked stunned when the baby cries
Throws his tantrum
And shits on their lily white dreams
Smack that baby I say
And make him pay for his own ear candling
Smack that baby
And make him cook his own dinner
