one of us owns a sweet shop
one of us has a gun
one of us wants to eat lots
one of us has a gun

which of us will leave alive?
which of us has the gun?
whichever one of us escapes
must surely have the gun

and now I leave blood-laden floor
I'll claim it self-defence
and munch upon these PEZ pellets
which through my gun dispense.

Lie Belle

Garbitch

Despite their name, garbage men are in fact not made of garbage at all. I had the pleasure of meeting one this morning, with my garbage in my hand.

Contrary to my expectations, the man who greeted me was flesh and bone, and took the trash from my hand not to add it to his already sullied scrapframe, but to dispose of it in a dignified, clean fashion. As he wiped the sweat from his very real brow, I learned that names do not always accurately describe their objects of reference. I made this mistake once before with Scatman John, but never again.

Maybe you could learn from this too.

DaddiesGot

Daddy's got a leather pouch
Daddy's got a leather pouch

It doesn't contain money
But it might contain jewels.

Daddy's got leather skin
Daddy's got leather skin

Years of solar tan abuse
Stopped moisture staying in

Daddy's got some leatherette
Daddy's got some leatherette

Vinylistic biker gear
But not the real thing


Daddy's got a leather jacket
Daddy's got a leather jacket

Tied around his belly waist
He Meat Loafs round the garden

Daddy's got leather shoes
Daddy's got leather shoes

No longer vegetarian
And he eats chicken too

Daddy's got a leather purse
Daddy's got a leather purse

He need not worry about the expense
Work will reimburse.