Can I be your Günther
from certain angles
my face looks symmetric




run a comb through
and then inhale
my thin moustache




I feel funny as usual
the taste of carpet
and purple gums




the synthetic food
inside the microwave
is my best friend




that's sugarcoating it
my fingers is scewed
and my chin is too




everything is a fucking
joke and I just
want to beat a model up




I'm a rainbow now
racecar loathing
on the parkinglot




Imma tell you what
I'm really into your
boring as hell




chugg a pint of rum
and put your greasy lips
on whole families




the things these
sluts suggest to me
they aren't real