45*21

grasshoppers in single file
not your daily orgy
eyes pimple out
when they do the Raytheon shuffle
behind the lines know nothing
looking for a few no account motherfuckers
to rake the sky
I had a blathering dust ball
made a home in my coat
that coat of seven arms
my! your hair has grown
putting my hands through the fealty truth cloud
only to have it jobbed out to my cousin
now we run for teal jacket wear
well, the grand scale of this all, is honestly,
politeness
I don't know. I get off the phone
My head feels like a blubber tube
waiting for the exhaust to come out
twisted
like the top of your head