HERE'S WHAT I WANT OFF
Your head. Each Tuesday. Thirty
percent from everything. The gutters
that now run with something, red, is
that? The dome of the capitol building.
I went to Malibu and San Francisco.
I've been to Carmel-by-the-Sea. Every
five and ten cent store had something
waiting for me. Stepping inside, the
lady told me the Marx Bothers started
here. She said hey were called the
Four Nightingales then. Well, at
least she seemed sincere.
Just down the street and over the
corner, the candy-shop was selling
its wares - making their own
chocolate and things. They make
it all themselves, across the street
from a plaza. For some reason,
that day, everything seemed