The subtleties of anomolies
Like a wedge splitting us in two
Stinking cavities, such a phallus-sea
It's why I resonate out of tune
Mommy always said to play in traffic
Nevermind the rest of those dirty little boys
Down the street and their football games
You could wrinkle your dress or something
Mommy always dreamed of a little princess
And prom queens and dance recitals
So how her eyes bulged until they shattered
When the hole finally closed and there I stood
I pruned four bushes once
Azalea, forsythia and trumpet vine
I pruned four bushes once
Rest assured that I'll be fine
No me now
Know me how?
Mommy look at me I think you'll be proud
Don't worry about my escaping life blood
Your daydreams preferred pink to blue
No need to daydream I ain't a boy no more
I pruned four bushes once
Azalea, fucshia, and trumpet vine
I pruned four bushes once
This will be number five