I Went To Zimbabwe to Kill Myself

Life has lost its meaning as of late.
People still stew in what they masturbate to.
I'm always funny to myself, too.
I'm always fucking up everything I do.

Zimbabwe seemed a truly practical place to die.
"Why" is a question you have asked yourself before.
Zimbabwe, with its beauty, gave me coconuts, not lemons.
I smashed my fucking lemons in the coconut, then
I shook it all about and flew to California's south.

I want to live another day. I want another coconut.