tell the people
we hate
we hate
this is
a phone
directory
setup Butch
he is out
for blood
all my outlaws
are in
the market
for a timing
belt
are you
afraid
they make
out okay
in the end
is it that
eternity is
not all at once
can’t you
be slick
we are
driving
to hook
a rattler
to get her to
crack
a sardines
tell me
you hate
my turning
people in
my asparagus
find me
a quaking
bog on
the abstract
beach I
take things
personal
tell the people
Hafner
is desked
Chris’ ear
is getting red
be charming
economists
try saying
two words
dromedary
is my nemesis