EATING IN THE CELLAR
I'll bite your leg if you don't shut up,
you and that ragged gymnast you've
brought along with you. Two color
jogging suits? What a joke...
-
Here's the ham hocks you ordered,
eat up. I'll stay here with my buttermilk
platter if you don't mind. Where did you
say you parked? Is it the kind of place
you can find again, because around
here I've also noticed that a half hour
later, when you go outside, everything's
always moved around.
-
Nothing stays the same in this dumb town.
No comments:
Post a Comment