I F***ed Your Dad

These problems

I'm having all

Of structure and dreaming of

Of humans and animals and beautiful people

The grass that we nurtured all

When thoughts equal dreams and still

These conflicts directed to the conquering people

To be in a garden with a skyline perverted by

You were my first day, my first day of silence

We're mice in a rat race all through the day

Our hands on the horn, headed for home

The science of driveways to captives.