With Apologies to My Dad and Mom Partner, do I look like a Friendly character? Take your pilgrim by the hand, and spike your Hair to the Rafters It's harder when you're being targeted, or just minding your Own business, pumping Gas The hills are alive with the Latest fresh flavor impossible to follow C'mon, during your finest impression of a drunken lunatic or Escorting the Pure through your hometown My folks say sex in my poems is a metaphor for something else well, obviously, trapped Behind the long chilly Zipper concocting better words for "alone" Wax your way thru thick layers of cheap Persona Until you're there, the Land of shiny escalators and checking messages Dig big to find more Excuses