I drown deep down
in this ensuing tsunami...

this searing hot serrated edge
it breaks and splits my skin...

baby you taste like the blues
even when you're slightly off key...

You've been making great progress
and I remain ever insolent...

you're gonna go far kid
you really really are...

this is a high functioning society
with high functioning people...

you're like Erin freaking Brocovich
a real regular wonder woman, superstar...

come on baby now lets get sick
we're 25 now - that's about a...

your whispers crash
like rolling thunder...

I guess you called up Dante
you seem to know him well...

Kale, carrots, tomatoes and cabbage
An apple a day...

This is not a love poem
I've not much to say on the topic of that...