MAJOR DOMO/AVENEL BRITES
It's been said (I've heard it, I've heard it),
there are no jellybeans left in town. Who's
to care now over that? Where have they
parked their brains now anyway? The
one guy I saw, driving a brand new
Chevy Lobotomy, just crashed into
the Dunkin' Donuts wall and ran
Rock solid and the drum majorette.
The new circus just left town the old
way, a circuitous route to the Newfield
Bridge, where they know already the
elephants won't stay, can't play, and
will just delay. Around here, No one
cares an instant minute for the
Nestle's Quik to enter laughing.
Punch your own ticket at
the door. You can come in,
but you'll never be
allowed to leave.