cleaning up the mobile home | |
all of this has got to go | |
markers stain the cardboard signs | |
littering the two-lane road | |
i contributed to this | |
giftshoppe fodder | |
monster myth | |
when the feeling leaves my arms | |
i'll forget but not forgive | |
never let your drunken heads | |
rest on obscene old man beds | |
you perverted aging **** | |
what age did your mind get stuck? | |
why are your teeth just like mine? | |
and you wave back but my hand goes up |