He fell down the stairs standing up
He sat in a bubble and laughed at god
He cried for the dead puppets
He merrily cut down the tree while
He washed his pristine fingernails in the earth
He is hungry for life but passed on pasta
He couldn’t figure it out so asked the Pomeranian
He found out he knew everything
He crushed the red peppers and ate the yellow
He drank from the oceans beastly black depths
He drank the whiskey that was left on the porch
He didn’t drink
He tried to love
But most often killed.