| cleaning up the mobile home | |
| all of this has got to go | |
| markers stain the cardboard signs | |
| littering the two-lane road | |
| i contributed to this | |
| giftshoppe fodder | |
| monster myth | |
| when the feeling leaves my arms | |
| i'll forget but not forgive | |
| never let your drunken heads | |
| rest on obscene old man beds | |
| you perverted aging **** | |
| what age did your mind get stuck? | |
| why are your teeth just like mine? | |
| and you wave back but my hand goes up |