You must go you must
to Connecticut.
Gunslinger visits
an otherwise peace.
Did I set this off
from map and key?
I may be foolish enough
to flirt with jealousy.

I set my foot down,
get out of my bed.
No room for your red
corrupting my sister's head.

She in innocence, with dirty
eyes watching, entering,
devouring her
with towl in hand.

We just want to rest in this
hide-a-bed in a house full
of others.  Watching
as our fiat cash drops
from bathroom boys
pissing in tubs.

Oh don't cause my mother
to shreak and scream.
To appease, I'm off the pot
and scrubbing my dreams.