basically.

i wrote the book on love
then i ate it
and spat it back out
then i forced in
in between my teeth again
rammed it down my
gullet
with my fists
knuckles white and everything
then i waited several hours
for it to
properly digest
then i sat on a princess
made of
porcelaine
and gave her a crown
of my own fecal matter
because that's all
that love
really is
and if somebody tries
to tell you
otherwise
take my advice
and force their
throat open and
shit down that
tube 'til actual shit
comes out
the other end.

you should also consider
that i'm a convicted felon
and wanted in forty-nine
of the fifty-two
states
mooning the entire world
in the shape
of white-out stars.

yeah, i can do autographs.