Company Calls

synapse to synapse: the possibility's thin.
i'm dressed up for free drinks and family
greetings on your wedding date. the
figures in plastic on the wedding cake
that i took were so real. and i kept a
distance: the complications cloud the
postcards and blips through fiberoptics,
as the girls with the pigtails were running
from little boys wearing bowties their
parent bought: "i'll catch you this time!"
crashing through the parlor doors, what
was your first reaction? screaming, drunk,
disorderly: i'll tell you mine. you were the
one but i can't spit it out when the date's
been set. the white routine to be ingested
inaccurately.
synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had
attached beer cans to the bumper so they
could drive up and down the main drag.
people would turn to see who's making the
racket. it's not the first time.
when they lay down the fish will swim upstream
and i'll contest but they won't listen
when the casualty rate's near 100%,
and there isn't a pension for second best
or for hardly moving...
crashing through the parlor doors,
what was your first reaction? screaming, drunk,
disorderly: i'll tell you mine.
you were the one but i can't
spit it out when the date's been set.
the white routine to be ingested inaccurately