I can't believe he's such a sore loser,

"maybe someday you'll learn that 'coffee is for closers.'"

Raise up the glass and toast the motherf---er, 

"just move along." 



How did you get that brusie up on your shoulder? 

You are so "Sisyphus." Just pushing on your boulder.

Someday you'll take a break. 

When you're older you just move along. 



I had a dream her teeth were butter-colored 

and they crumbled to dust as she kissed her former lover. 

So I severed his hands and glued them to her Mother.

Just glued them on. 



Just what is it about Indian Summer? 

Makes a promise, then steals the chance of gentle winter. 

Maybe I'm just a sucker for the colors 

that just move along?