Paraphrasing Tom Petty
She was fond of the boy she was currently sleeping with, horses
and The United States of America—maybe not in that order
nevertheless: she would celebrate getting finger banged like it was Columbus Day
her vagina sympathized with the Native Americans
her vagina was a highway driving through somebody
else’s backyard just like everything else
a sucker for skateboards while at the mercy of gravity
He felt really bad about the state of his handshake
and that he’d as of yet failed to pursue his dream
of becoming a professional sky writer but these were
the days in which every hour seemed to be named after
some goddamn street sign in California and in every other neighbor’s house
the goddamn dogs refused to stop barking and maybe he did love her
and everything but THOSE FUCKING DOGS! he just had to: go
Multiverse Johnson 