Praise this world, Rilke says, the jerk
We'd stay up all night. Every angel's
Berserk. Hell, if you slit monkeys

For a living, you'd pray to me, too
I'm not so forgiving. I'm rubber, you're glue


That elk is such a dick. He's a space tree
Making a ski and a little foam chiropractor
I set the controls, I pioneer

The seeding of the ionosphere
I translate the Bible into velociraptor


In front of Best Buy, the Tibetans are released
But where's the whale on stilts that we were promised?
I fight the comets, lick the moon

Pave its lonely streets
The sandhill cranes make brains look easy


I go by many names: Buju Banton
Camel Light, the New York Times
Point being, rickshaws in Scranton

I have few legs. I sleep on meat
I'd eat your bra?point being?in a heartbeat