Saturday, 23 April 2011

so long cubicle

Come on baby,
lets grow mullets,
wear only tank tops,
drink out of brown paper bags,
right outside the liquor store,
this straight jackets a bore,
so sick of picking lapel pins,
sorting trash into separate bins,
from this day I'm never going to shave again,
i'll shower in the sink at the service station,
i'll hitch hike with truckers,
nothing to offer them but a good story,
wanting nothing from the world,
except for a good story.

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