Do stop believin':

In short,
The piano played me like
I was piano sports.

Guilty,
Guilty and unForgivems!

Heart slash hockey stick,
Uh, How about cheap perfumes!

5am hotel prom flush,
Brain-swollen cat bladder
Filled with fixative rhymes--
Breath:Death
Dance:Pants
Goal:Hole
Cigarette:Smoke:broke:my heart
Eyes: the secret
Sphincters of yr soul.

Go ahead,
Write it,
Let the fu(rnit)ture figure it out.