Get Your Butt Out Of Me
when you haggle with love you poke at calamari
and after playing at that 3 or 4 times tentacles now
freak me out, solar systems of flat out loss
trembling like emaciated primates trying to climb a tree
love’s toilet got clogged and something’s eaten
all the plumbers and this forest is too damn tricky
and loud, (“Get your butt out of me!”, me yelling
at the cat) everything’s so goddamn loud
when the neighbor’s dogs aren’t barking
they’re thinking about barking
and when they’re not thinking about barking
they’re asleep and their dreams are made out of bark
because dogs can’t climb trees either
and love pissing me off
Multiverse Johnson 