all the words i have ever written,
have done been wrote before...
they're all mixed up and jumbled around,
like kittens with string on the floor...

flowers are so pretty,
the mud, not so much...
but flowers grow right in the mud,
flowers are such sluts...

i am but a simple man,
thinking ain't my style...
but i can shovel a ton of shlt,
and make it seem worthwhile...

while it's true that love has no boundaries, no limits, and no rules,
yer court-appointed restraining order has all three...

i live by a simple code...
"we'll see what happens..."

i live in texas...
and, i spell badly, purposely...
but most folks spell it b-a-d-l-y...

i am a lot older than everyone...
except fer her...
and that guy over there...
and you...

i have this habit...
and if i shave, no one can tell that i'm not a nun...

a thought is like a leaf falling from a tree in autumn...
as it downward drifts, it is individual, unique, special...
and then it joins its fellow thoughts on the forest floor, lost forever in the chaos...
soon to compost, intermingled inseparably from its neighbors...
as THIS thought will be...

if you let it show,
for any length of time...
you'll get no mercy,
and yer skull will be mine...

good health iz merely the slowest possible rate to die...

randy rookie's regulatory rationale...
we iz all dogs...
some will bark,
others may bite...
most just scratch,
while the rest fight...
BUT,
we all like to do it doggie style...

let the party commence...