I'm smoking a joint with the Zodiac Killer
the lame fuck you gotta call him
'Zode' and not make fun of
his stupid glasses Jesus
so me and the Zode have been
drinking grape vodka all
afternoon and we're pretty toasted
now when this fool dummies up
you gotta watch your ass the
weird fuck
so he ain't saying nothing
and I try to engage him in
some conversation
I tell him that Lake Berryessa thing
was pretty tasty a righteous
hood dude you looked pretty radical
and the prick looks at me
then he makes some jerks sideways and
pukes all over my decorative Wal-Mart
throw rug OW you son of a bitch
cipher this
and I pull my knife