I've got this bear hair beard
growing thick from the eyes, roof of my mouth, and ears
and I feel like I've had at for "this-many-dog-years"
Lately, I've been 2
tomorrow, I'll feel 82, feeling like my head Bluetoothed youth
skin thickens and blood-cells reach Heinz-heights
sketch artist composite pegged onto a Lite-Brite
God bless my shiny architect
zoom out to the marionettes
Number 2 will hold my Village hostage
and the role switches every single time I enter and exit a room
and I won't control me anytime soon
the salt of my tears once did wonders for my acne
but now it just gets soaked into the spiny ivy
Cut down on my hygiene, and I develop jungle-musk
child-like monster drawing bearing long hair and thick tusks
TUSK, from the back
TUSK, from the cheek
TUSK, from my forehead
three more wherever nature wanted
Dear Grace,
I'm feeling like the Lady in the Fireplace
caught like the Doctor in the cytoplasm of Time-Space
and like her,
I waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and waited
and waited and waited
and you never came
I waited and you never came
I waited and you never came, grace
I waited and you never came
I waited and you never came, grace
I waited and you never came
I waited and you never came, grace
I waited and you never came
I waited and you never came, grace
I waited and you never came
and now he's got these easy, delicate, persuasive hands
Thinks he's got her figured out
I'm dying if he does
I've got no service and a network cable's unplugged
I'm on my twin bed
my feet can touch the floor
bear hair beard on my chest
and I'm crawling on all fours
I waited and you never came
Some things are best left not discussed;
but I must
but I must
but I must