Highways gleam with two kinds of mica

as Burma Shave boasts, I have lives like a cat

Taking heed of the exits that exist for my money

I stock up on earthworms, making protein from fat

America Coming Undone

Now I am but a lowly boy who will die all alone

with a knife in my heart, and my heart in my hand.

Dishonorable foes bellow

I never got punished; but I formed the rock in this world built of sand.

Terrible Nail

Have you ever felt a temporal lobe explode

when you learn your sons are not your own?

Are You Kidding Me, Bruuuce?