Hollywood for Ducks

Halloween trajectories

Picking at the blueberries

Dressing up is not for me

Who the hell is helping me get by

Hollywood is not for ducks

Look at you in mother's truck

Flying off with Lady Luck

Say bye

Oh my god I drank too much

I thought I was eating lunch

Now I'm on a motorcycle

Hoping just to stay between the lines

Ugh fields here have run amuck

Sunsets throw an awful punch

What's the use in sippy cups

You are not a little guy

Something strange has run amuck

Resting on a pastel trunk

Daffy's lisp is such a crutch

How is he not shy?

Fill up all my openings

I am out the nesting tree

The last time I get high