Godzilla

Godzilla


She says I’m a beast
They ought to kill me
and put me out of her misery
and I’m jerking her around
like a yo-yo
like Godzilla walking over Tokyo
pulling people out of windows and cars
eating them whole without thinking twice first


Well, that’s me I guess
but why don’t you give it a rest?


She says a lot of things
I’m not surprised
Significant others are inclined to improvise
For example, I’m a closet Don Juan
because I chew on my ice
and suck on my gums
and I make eyes at all of her friends
that irresistible pack of loose ends


I’m already guilty, so I guess I’ll confess
if you would just give it a rest


She says I’m a misogynist
a selfish elfish hedonist
but that’s just a misinterpretation
I slip on my tongue
and I get a gross exaggeration
I never said Thelma and Louise wasn’t gender-bending
Tell me Jesus was a woman, I won’t contest


You’re just incapable of feeling
so you might as well give yourself a rest


I like women, but liquor is quicker
I get down in the mouth
and put my mind in the gutter
and I can feel bottomless in a topless bar
because where women are degraded I can’t be far


Yes, that fits me like a black eye
I’m the biggest mistake you’ll ever deny
I’m a jerk, a pissant, and a scurvy insect
but at least I loved you
so why won’t you give it a rest?