I
will wear my guilty suit
And
share this lane
If
I
By
word of mouth
May
ally with the decade
In
freakish, flamboyant fame
Give
me
I
will be God's paragrapher
Lewdly
akimbo, a money-shirt
Walk
on murk, pop and strain
Whatever,
whatever you want
Give
me
Ram
down this fool dress
Anything
you can find
I
will fill my brain with your thought
And
self-examine not
Give
me
Just
part smoothly
Out
of my way to onward
And
hey, if we can, let's fall
In
copyright at first sight
That's
the way of they!
Give
me
My
name, my eman. Either, or not.
Call
me what you want
Printed
nightmares, moving rubbish
Dance
that futile mile
Become
the style
I
am never fully rendered
Give
me
I
AM A BAD SALE
I
have arranged all my backyard blinks
My
marching uniforms, oh happy uniforms
I
have coaxed you gently
and
so
Flood
equally about me
For
I am a bad sale
In
your brief shade I regard
How
you carried a diplomatic index of
Unnecessary
Chance
When
I first read your name
And
sat funnily as voltage worried over
Meek
ol' bones
And
months, you puttered around this
criminally
burning amateur
Embarking
on a debut
You
saw me, didn't you?
You
knew.
Flush
up, muster up
Set
your skew-eyed smack
at
home no longer
Firm
up, Bird
Slow
frequencies don't become anything
And
I?
Oh
I?
A
bloodguilty twerp
A
stick in the spine
Red-handedly
a
bad sale.
Rope
down and awry
Greenfly
As
grave laughter dribbles on your porch steps
For
I am a bad sale
A
coffin hitch on paper
Industrial
strength and purple-tinted
Rope
down and awry
So
I can arouse a guilty rest
And
retread that tragic second
When
it all blashed into change
And
old-fashioned fuss
When
they knew about this anonymous us
And
you
with
sense and good passion
Cracked
ugly