That boy

That boy he's my boy he's my
epileptic avatar with an eclectic guitar
he's my real ergodic obit
he's cool like kool-aid
& the raspberry taste of rue
my girl left, it's true
or was it me? Explain the impurities
scratch & I'm on my knees
Narcissus & the Mrs. go to a party
it was easy
        &'ll be the breath of me