PLEASE FACTOR IN
THE CRAZY GUY
Summertime shawls and egghead dunkings, look at the
way this wild world turns : all the kids are at the pond,
Promised Land, Pennsylvania, and I can't believe they
call it that. Cat calls and phrase falls, mothers are shouting
out names while fathers relax, Those dads with their beers
and cigars - big time motorcycle guys on parade. Cicadas
make soundtracks for eternity's film, no one notices the
food is burning, and that spicket on their grill keeps turning.
What are these people for, if not about living and love?
Just park yourself down, the world will keep spinning,
and you are allowed to watch - hear the infernal racket
in the woods nearby. The kids are having fun! Listen to
their cries! Please factor in me, the crazy guy.