It's hard to be incontinent
And the Aged; ours to do
So God is incognisent
Inconsistent, to be true

Begat Begot
Forget Forgot

And, Oh God, what a dream
In essence: A facial cream
Fill in the cracks and Moisturize
It's not good when it's in your eyes
Billions of choices and Hundreds of ways
The methods you pick close off the Suns rays

Begat Begot
Forget Forgot

Smog and Dogs
We're going together
Yeah, the deed, though dirty,
Is ours to do
Colorado Snow
Its powdered depth
I sink to my neck
And die in pure white Heaven