Ought Implies Can and I Cannot - Milo

Getting away from being pretty much away from it all

I’m reading Anis Mojgani poems in the bathroom stall

Someone can see my ankles

Keen eye for the sadness, pangs bro

I keep thinking of internet lovers trousers

Felt good like snow days when the driveway is plowed first

Let’s promise each other Jefferson City Square Deals

And when friends come over we’ll only cook fair trade meals

Unbutton the front of your shirt like Bob Fossil

I’m staring in the mirror for too long like Bob Rocksalt

Except Bob Rocksalt is a linguistic construct

The linguine’s all fucked and it’s my fault this time

David Lipsky can’t write like this

When he bundles up his fingers it’s a bright white fist

And he gets NPR reviews that say he just might exist

I’m jealous, subset of envy

Staring at his food while my plate has plenty

If I was a necromancer I would bring back Foster Wallace

If I was a necromancer I would bring back my friend Robert

If I was a necromancer I would bring back Schopenhauer

If I was a necromancer I wouldn’t be a fucking coward

I feel like Darius Rucker in a post-op world

Made myself an egg sandwich on the bread with the swirl

When I played basketball I couldn’t never make a free throw

My step-sister cries out «Oh Bendito»

And I feel naked underneath this peacoat

They said I blew it and my forehead vein became prominent like Daniel Day Lewis

There will be blood and my veins are full of mud

And I’m counting down the days till the flood

Don’t think I’ve seen her in a day

In the litany of ways I feel like Ian Mackaye

Indeed, I make a so-so lover

Regardless, I’m still the prince of cocoa butter