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*.

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