This is the kind of thing you would like.

You're not there by now
and these stalks are out on eyes
although I am supposed to not think this
You me you me you me you you you
The plastic roof we pressed our hooves on -
conquered floors
I might collect things together
in a washing basket
place it on the pointless ledge above the sink
and call it home is where the art is.

This is the kind of thing you would like -
There must be a way
Not to be stupid
anymore.