Generous garbage and humorous quirks
Vindictive bitches and a**hole jerks
Waistlines hung low and skirts hiked up high
What’s the f***ing point, if we’re all gonna die?
Stand up straight, wipe that smile off your face
Someday soon, child, you’ll meet your disgrace
I could tell you, I could write it all down
I can show you places all over town
But why? You’ll learn on your own
This world won’t give the dog no bone
Lift up your bootstraps, if you are able
Put all of your cards up on the table
Keep the wallet in your pants pocket tucked way down
And expect to have some color in your wedding gown
There are no Disney people living here
Clutch your belongings, and live in fear
Or let go.
Who knows what the Purpose is?
Not I.
I have some good advice
And I have some that’s bad
But either way you go
This life will make you sad
One collection included the following four lines, which were actually meant to be margin scribbles on the original document: