Nobody was left at the end of the chrome.
Marie Antoinette sorting through a collection of fleas …
Everybody was clamoring to get some huckleberry pie.
Muammar Gaddafi withering on a deserted beach …
The metal gave in to the Dead Sea,
continuously looking for the fix, getting off.
My shorts are dripping analog
On the brand-new carpet in foyer.
Look at me, having it all.
If you can’t sleep in the back of a car then
Those red, Asian beetles will be after your bedroom.
Electric water, above ground and right to your mouth:
Things are gonna change; I can feel it *record scratch*.