Schaffino

and with the money in my hand
i'm gonna purchase all the details
scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping
walking on tip-toed pickpocket fever
racing up the scales of your thermometer
turnbuckle tournicate clotting the moonshine
clotheslined seizures singing happy valentines
i found feathers in the hit and run nest
omerttas not a prayer on your rosary beads

when she knocked me over

i looked inside the hearse

sprouting chauvanistic swine
and written were the words
poking butter with this knife
allergic to this concubine
racing by in a '56 chevy
and we couldn't even pretend
to be alive...

i found feathers in the hit and run nest
scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping