Thursday, July 15, 2004

1224

Take that, take
That word, take that
Bus stop flavored
Criticizing makeover
And take it over
To the parade of
Maze-makers

They don't mess with
The rest, they take
Their time being
What the pizza box said
To the eye in the sky

We all deserve
A moment before
A jury of Paul Simons

They sample Fleetwood Mac
And talk about being homeless

It ends up in a marketing meeting
That gets better as it goes along

What are you looking at,
I know what book you're reading
And the streets are full
Of all those Brooklyn girls
They try so hard
To flatten themselves out
For a power point presentation
But all they get is
Dirty jokes

Dirt on the jokes
Won't cover up
The state motto

Commonwealth,
Out of my
Thorax!