I woke up this morning and there was a marching band in the backyard. They had all their instruments out, but weren’t playing.
Just haphazardly wandering around and bumping into each other.
You think its an omen?
Remember that time you touched my wiener
with your bloody wooden hand
Whatever became of us
and all the times we planned
Have my dreams all turned to shit
now that even god’s laughter is canned
or is there something more to this
than make-believe marching bands