Stop Thinking of Tits for about 130 Seconds

ABANDON HOPE

no more slow-motion running

on the beach in a bikini

WOULD YOU stop thinking of tits for about 130 seconds

well, ok now that you're ready

I can start the poem again

or did you dry up

like a lion lying on the

glass ceiling of Ryan GVSC's

Green House

stealing all the children's dreams

now only cool piano playing

pairs of punky people

may utter these six words:

EVERY PERSON I KNOW IS DYING

if you're lucky, you're too busy

crying to notice that this isn't

six words, it's more like twenty four

I'm scared that the world is gonna end

and I won't be able to be the Woody Harrelson

I'd be his hairy son

or just no one.