holy scroll in a paper box
you've got your membership
to a trade association
don't give me the slip
we're a team
all the things I'm bad at
you can do
and all the things
that you are bad at
I am too

be carefully enthralled posted apostle paul in block letters
in some spellbinding squall the roof on this cell wall slipped its fetters
(tell us the one about the man on the trapeze)
and suddenly they'd sung how some sing or've swan songs in this weather
to be or have brung to be small to be loved left together

like a chip cup I'm flip for fun in front of notables
better cured by the upside down than by the push and pulled
and try to grow to like yourself but find your hero's unsung
your favorite quote is youth is wasted on the young

you marry rich but its all tied up in contraband
shadow bird against the wall that's just your hand
secret stash in your winter truck use the infrared
you lead me like a detection dog I am clawing at the bed

better
(scattering all their small town entropies)