| Blank walls in a restaurant bathroom. |
| Black marker though just a pen would do Small words and simple poetry. |
| Say what you want to say |
| In just the perfect way |
| And all the people say: |
| Kokamantratarius |
| Hero for the average Joe. |
| It makes him feel like |
| POW! BLAM! YEAH! |
| Fire in the hole! |
| Kokamantratarius above the toilet bowl. |
| Cracked tiles and cold white cinder blocks |
| Soon wear his words. |
| It’s like a diarrhea diary for men. |
| He’s like a Robert Frost if Robert Frost had been |
| Strange and nefarious and ungregarious. |
| The road less traveled is for Kokamantratarius. |
| Kokamantratarius |
| Hero for the average Joe. |
| It makes him feel like |
| POW! BLAM! YEAH! |
| Fire in the hole! |
| Kokamantratarius above the toilet bowl. |
| Here I stand with pete in hand |
| I’m hoping that you’ll understand |
| That all my life I’ve been a freak, |
| Afraid to laugh, afraid to speak. |
| But now you’ll have to listen to me. |
| Now you’ll have to listen to me, |
| Now you’ll have to listen now |
| But I don’t have a thing to say. |
| Average Joe, hero for the average Joe. |
| It makes him feel like shit. |