nonsense again

Give me everything I ask for.
Calendars empty into March
and I count days like dollars,
I'll buy everything you ask for

I sleep all 8 hours and dream
new worlds I'm sorry to leave.
killers and naked women and
who knows what, not here.

The wrestler's last show, he
loses to an unremarkable man.
He tells his son, "it's always
better to go out on your back."