Indistinct voices ask me for change
The clicking of heels and licking of lips
As thanksgiving day turkeys escape the rush
The need for more than what they need
Knives and forks on the pulse of America
She’s not a model but she’s in windows
Not of opportunity or of time either
Pigs form a line to play in her mud
And once in a while the dogs get walked too
Cracks in sidewalks are a gateway drug for dirt
For weeds to move up the totem pole
Put on suits and ties and shoes
And become as important as dandelions
Their throats turning to butter
Little kid tricks for adults on sale
1.99 bargain price marked down from infinity
Selling soap to friends
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