paper-mâché girl
painted melancholy gloom...
nothing can fix her

they live on the flames
our world's a sea of fire
i'm losing my cool

the animals dance
at the hunter's funeral
no game mourns his life

the small glowing orb
mystified and made of cheese
foreshadowing home

her triumphant song
it shows glorious battles
her mature soul sings

Some roses are red
normal violets are blue
tell my ex, "fuck you"

glorious savior
the wind, snow, sun; our children
they all sing your name

Hey, let's be friends
you're like a breath of fresh air
in my burning lungs

I wanted to write
a haiku all about you
but that's impossible.

when lawmakers lie
their citizens must rise up
occupy Wall Street

c'était dans un rêve
j'ai vu tes yeux, et dans les
j'ai vu que je t'aime

you're a selfish pig.
if we are but animals
i'm the stoic crane

the sleeping sickness
it keeps you up until three
while your mind races