I Don't Have A Tuxedo

But You Can't Focus On Things That Matter If All You've Been Is Asleep For Forty Years. Funny How Sleep Rhymes With Sheep. You Know.

I'll Hear A Song I Love And Suddenly I'm Isolated From Everything Around Me Just For A Nanosecond. That's A Moment Between A Moment.

I Don't Have A Tuxedo That Fits Anymore Because My Chest And My Biceps Are Too Big.

By The Way, Two Wars Are In An Endless State Of Sorrow. Egypt About Burned To The Ground And All You People Care About Is My Bullshit... Pathetic. Shame, Shame Shame

I’m Not Thomas Jefferson. He Was A Pussy.