The creek overflows. Moccasins will leap
to bite you where you stand. No you can’t touch me.
The creek overflows. Teenagers suck
their thumbs it’s hot-hot. I’m not on drugs
or anything, but I can see the molecules vibrate.
Plus there is a cheese sandwich inside me, making me feel cozy.
Standing in line for the roller coaster: it’s 1998.
You can buy wine at the 7-11.
Bodysuits are for prostitutes.
I just thought you should know.