Red tubes screw up the few who choose to be blue
they use shoe glue 
to fuse the souls of their shoes back together
the weather channel channels 
whether or not we can handle the weather 
it's all for the better 
 I compare myself to a rusty faucet
I'm lost yet I've found all new meanings 
I'm still feigning for a cigarette 
but I figure, best be cautious with my desires 
I perspire working for hours 
looking forward to a shower 
 followed by devouring my pillow
 with the back of my tired ass head