I'm on purpose, you know
Why would you buy me clothes?
I don’t feel music when you cover 
my hairs. I can’t feel the water 
running up on me. I can’t find 
anything when it’s all one color 
I am neither grand, nor limited
I have a mole, but he’s a friend
I retch like prayer churning dirt 
into soil, spinning up fungus for 
advancement... but you think I’m 
not ambitious? I have to be hyper
aware in every moment, or I’m dead 
Never loud, so no thrills. I can’t 
dance with you but we can whisper 
Noise isn’t news anymore, I’m 
just slower. Cold-blooded or a phase? 
That’s your call. I’m gonna ride out 
my skin. And paddle my legs when 
I haven’t made enough music, even 
in bed. I see now— you wanted me 
to be Wes Anderson but I am 
A Bug’s Life