welcoming 2018

i'm neither you or i
i'm neither rich or art
just a flood of fart
your daily dose of karp

they looked for days
they searched the haze
all they found was a dude crying
for the help he couldn't bring
to the table

there's an automatic button
(it's a weapon)
it keeps the songs playing
(binge listening)
i thought i knew
(knew anything)

oh, you're so far
you're always still so far, so damn far
your princess peach juice
(it's so good in death)

all the time
is rightfully mine