she twist around your fingers
like false colored racecars
halter top and sweatband
forehead window grease
she rode up on his shoulders
like speedtrap forest trees
you're sterile and I need
to change my sheets
upside down and sideways caster
station wagon supercharger
wired up to sitcoms
with your parent's pocket change
they die when they cant keep the grade
a page three shame
they never saw their birthdays
never tried to get around
just more scraping sounds
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