in the end, we're all
street-corner musicians
some just have a bigger hat
maybe a bigger heart, too
bigger...
in the end, awful sunflowers will paint us
and not vice-versa
a morning teacup
cuts its ear off
but there's nowhere to mail it
the post office is closed
so it makes it its facebook picture
in the end, we're all
street-corner musicians
the world's security-camera fellinis film us
a security guard sheds a tear of holy oil
and says amen
awful sunflowers
cry the sobs of a forsaken lover
the epitaph reads: life's a flower
post that on your facebook wall!