The EELs sing me a ballad of strange love
while my friends discuss grocery stores.
I change my opinions and my voice
when I reply;
I'm the copycat killer of chameleons,
the shifting expanse of the social scene.
I steal my friends' writing styles,
I'm lost in the vapor lock of my own mouth.
I can't donate blood-
It's an O positive and Prozac cocktail
In the flesh casing of an HIV magnet.
Let's start a law firm-
We'll specialize in digital law
And smoke liquor in the back room.
My friend is voting for The Zodiac Killer-
I'm voting for The Wizard of Oz.
I think there's a lot we don't say
Because we don't have enough lung capacity.
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