Astronaut on horse

Your love
is nothing but a fast food meatball sub
on an altitude impaired, 747 bearing nitro-glycerin.
it reminds me of being kicked in the face by a rabid kangaroo,
having my eyes taped open before 24/7 children's programming...

i hate it when i fall down the stairs;
everybody stares...
i hate it when i trip up the stairs;
everybody laughs...

i wish
i were better looking, more pleasing to the eye.
so all the girls will attend my funeral, when i fall down the stairs
and die...
i hate it when i fall down the stairs
everybody stares
i hate it when i trip up the stairs
everybody laughs