OBVIOUSLY So I'm not spouting my life away like a junior high pink diary Well, not in the way that you see it Up front play - by - play ACTION Instead I edit And personify I'm a doorknob or a corkscrew 'Cus they represent me better Than that phony junior high self The one that sings love songs And breathes fire on all that look at her cross eyed Be prepared I am a hateful killer Or a bottle opener Because there is nothing I like better than for you to think me god like Tangible only through words My hair is green and looks great I'm on the cover of Vogue and have an academy award I'm the hopeless writer with nothing else to say Except that she is too clever for the reader But dont beleive that for a second Words lie The book I'm reading is
gnawing at my sensibilities It makes my eyes melt into my sockets and wish it were an ear Always open and closed depending Or the navel ring on that girl in the checkout who works there all the time All shimmery and flashy Resolving to be the end of some guy's dick Soon to be ripped to peices by a
simple shimmey of my hips The author knows what I am talking about Did you think it was me talking? Did you think it was all the same? But then you are just a speck on the Formica table The blue one next to the gray one Near the coffee pot making me coffee for my frozen cappuccino Or maybe you're the dog who likes to lick my face Whenever I enter the room Or better yet the keys to the damn keyboard With the shifter key sticking from so many spills of soda The cart told me that the truth is out there But its in a place called no where in hell And no one is ever going to find it Not here Obviously
