Press All The Buttons

maybe it’s a dummy panel
rigged up for the alcoholic
here play with this while we go
right on ahead making a living
and five more dimestore hucks
come stuffed at thanksgiving
get off to make a billion bucks
no millionaire’s ever rich enough
we’ve got to grow from dung
fungus, and everyone we know
it gets newer and familiar, too
and what about you my pretty
i’ve got an apple or two for you
and under your little red hood
the tawny and glistening dew
what does this button do
she asked like aerosol gas
o lean and bright in a tight space
the fight before the race
the one-piece vintage fleece
snowmobile swimsuit edition
the monochrome pinstripes
on a mission from who knows
how long ago that gear froze
nothing on but the sun for clothes
by god if there ever was one
what color are her eyes
said exactly no one whose
sad words soon follow
a wandering minor solo
we lied to love her
tried to harmonize
the crazy eyes
just enough
to slide
along
good
bye

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