Lung Capacity


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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