cut my hair, change my shirt
tape the body parts that hurt
throw a hat on for the cold
run the bases till i get old

wonder if the dark hides a creature that stings
loose the juice boxes and cheese strings
the cliche-up-the-ass little things
that make the minutes drain swiftly

sit alone with a hunting knife
wish i had me a good wife
so i could trust her with my whole being
instead i toss the knife up at the ceiling

catch the sucker with my teeth
chuckle because i still can breath