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Impossible Man

Jon: The last thing I'll write

This is the last thing
I'll ever write
'Cause I will stick my eyes out
with a fork and knife
that I got from my ex-wife

My ears will be next
that will be the best
The last thing I will ever hear
is the sound of my blood filled tears

I can't hear my scream
or see the bloodstream
as I put the cream
on top
and chew through my tongue

I just wanted to stay forever young

Jon: Bleeding knees, a poem

I'm forced to sit

I cant walk a bit

It hurts and it bleeds

I've put needels through my knees

I cant even stand

I have to walk around on my hands

I cry and I scream

this happy dream

I just wanted some help

but daddy says im a lousy whelp

I try to crawl to my bed

the carpet is all red

I smile and smile

this is really worth while

Jon: Eat my pussy!

Jon: I hate you bleeding knees!!