Testo Chris Farley

A garden grows
Over your bones
Buried in the backyard
As if new skin

Of leaf rakes
And rattlesnakes
We make a beautiful pile Of leaves


I'm the last to
Know what I'm saying
I have forgotten
More than I've learned
I am an idiot
Right man, idiot

It is said with
An embarrassing
Sincerity
No one unloved
No one unloved No one unloved
No one unloved
No one unloved