When Pigeons Cry
for Prince pt 2
What is underwear, anyway?
just another layer separating
my dick from the rest of the world
most days that can probably be
a good thing
but on some days it can be
a pain in the ass
while watching Purple Rain last night
I caught myself thinking
I want to do that
damn it, where must m-eye guitar B?
I want to do something that will make sense
out of all this sheet music
I want to write a song
that makes Apollonia cry
I want to find a nice girl
in a corset who’ll kiss me on the side of the face
when I’m being ridiculous
and stay up all night with me watching Netflix
with our pants off
(in this post Prince death world:
bubble baths = pants on
Netflix = pants not-on all night)
I want to find
a pair of pants that you only have to
wash once
I want to find a nice girl
who appreciates Rolling Stones pinball machines and
who won’t fuck Morris Day
which reminds me
(digression)
Hey internet,
Back the fuck off!
if you’re gonna start slut shaming
Taylor Swift again
Yr gonna have to go through me
who cares if she’s had a half-ton of boyfriends
she’s just trying to figure things out
there are so many more important issues to worry about
in the great big sucked off world out there
there are worse things either happening
or waiting to happen
when the lights go on and off
I mean,
at least she’s not fucking Morris Day
(bring it back to the Taurus)
at least she’s not fucking Morris Day
unless she is fucking Morris Day, in which case
it’s all horrible
like misplacing your bubble proof pants
when you’ve been invited to take a sexy song bath
or the lousy state of politics
vs. sleeping alone vs. Activia and the mass production
of yogurt that’s designed to make you shit yourself
into a Jamie Lee Curtis sized waistline vs.
the unpronounceable symbol
of Prince still being
dead
Multiverse Johnson 