EVERYPLACE, YES!

The place where our stupid hearts
Beat out of our sad chests.
Into muddy grass!
This green!
Unearthly tonight.
Underneath the bank of clouds.
The Moon like a bone button.
So I'm not an animal.
Maybe not a man, even.
I don't know.
I'm not worried.

PUNK ROCK PRESIDENT IN CRISIS

Flowers are the Flags of God.
And where do I stand with God?
I race to escape His Displeasure,
Marching to the Corner Store,
Dressed to the Nines----

A Living Morality Play, All Day,
All My Life.
So I breathe,
I tell Myself I'm real, I'm real,
I tell Myself I love my Life----

On Earth looking at Stars.
On Drugs looking at Stars.
We are Starlets.
Sometime Superstars.
Endless.

This is not a Secret.
This is obvious to Everyone.