killing things

Called up the doctor
He said I was in trouble
“big trouble.”
“like death” I asked
“am not saying, go have fun and don’t die”
I was puzzled by this, but kept on watching tv
Nothing seemed fun anymore
So I turned to drugs and sex
It takes more energy then I thought it would
When that ran out
I sat in the tundra
Just having diarrhea and smoking cigarettes
I kept on thinking about the doctor
So I became a priest
And the doctor came to my booth in confessions
“I’m a sinner” he sang
“Why?” I asked
I could tell this man was a genius
“Because I believe in too much to the point that I don’t believe in anything”
“Take you time we can’t figure out everything.” I said
“can I just figure out one thing?”
“Its hard, but I will join you” I said
Now we just dance on ant farms