thinking about getting train tracked
my eyes rolled out of my head and underneath a family plains traveler cart
cars on my street go faster and slower explode when they park
I live next to a bar and people come and go real nuts like olives
this designates choices this guitar solo
explains why the lettuce isn't fresh isn't like us it is real expensive
you made a choice you wanted to die by getting rid of your blood
you didn't want to share your blood with the earth
It was in you and you are on it mad at the planet
you wanted a bare refrigerator and you told that joke wrong
you'll never fix your car and your lung is a prune
chasing a young grape and pickles and cucumbers
we ran out of train track and drove the train back
there are nights when she thought she wouldn't lose her temper and
she asked the doctor if she could get him to make her tits bigger
because her new boyfriends fingers were bigger than her ex-boyfriend's
and if she was ever going to get him to mary her she's going to have
to start doing things for him and she thought this was an honest
kind of expressions like running a red light to get to the liquor store before 2am
he'd boasted for a good 30 minutes about understanding pornography
two people meet each other on the train
he decides to walk up to her an see if her tits were real by asking a question
that would also insure he would give her his phone number
so he said
"hey baby give me a call and let me know if your tits are real"
he smiled and gave her his buisness card
it was a number that transfered you to the publishers clearing house
headquarters
My head needs to release some steam I can't have all this heat in my head
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