Day drops trow into Maxwell's House like a roachbrick
Morning-glory popping bacon-grease into funnybones.
I suddenly become attracted to the Waffle House waitress
Who smells like underwear drinking water through a straw.
These days life smells like a tree of cheap gags
But I've made a certain peace with liquid diets
And toothless jokes are just one of the many uppers
I'd buy for a dollar and some change
I know now will probably never come,
Since I'm not as good at fucking others as myself.