Bunny Thoughts

I'm just a man
I feel like a boy
But i look like a man
And so i'll act that way

I'm independent, i've got no net. Life or death is a daily test, which i pass on a daily basis. I'm a savage success, but last week i cried watching the muppets. It's a front. For you too. Woman or man. Always children. Sure, you've got vacations, a good enough job, a house, wife, kids. But, were you to witness a neck-stabbing on a bus, you'd flinch.

I bought a car
It was a jaguar
It drove real fast
But didn't drive too far

But it's a jag none the less. Not a honda. And if i'm going to piss my pants, i want it to be thousand-dollar italian wool. I'm not into shit. You start getting used to it, if you let yourself. I'd rather fall a mile to my death trying to jump the grand canyon than celebrate a bunny-hop.

I've know some girls
They broke my heart
But that's the way it goes
I really can't complain

How else could it be? While i'm busy injecting my perfect cocktail of disney princesses and barely-legal pornography, they're just trying to make it to the end with their limited toolbox of base intelligence, weak muscles, perky nipples and soft skin. They are so fragile. Were i in their place, i'm sure i'd lean on the simplest of guile, too.

I've made some dough
I talk real fast
People give me cash
In a week i'm poor

It's 2 PM, i've had over a pint of gin, and i don't think i'm close to stoppin' any time soon. There's a golden rosary i've got my eye on. I can spend money. I can spend my money and yours, if you'd let me. I could spend ten million dollars by three, easy. Save for what? Save for nothing. I want. I want those leopard-print pants by armani.

I've learned the world
I'm smarter than you
I'll scream it til i'm blue
But you won't believe

I'm sure you have yet to realize that we are all soft spoken immigrants, slinking down to a poorly-lit basement, smelling of mildew, obviously poorly ventilated, cheap whiskey breath, trolling internets orphanages for virgins to corrupt.

-DyMc