Everywhere
The locust song
A larger Jeff Tweedy
Pausing for our jockeys
To brush our manes
Opening our eye slits
By the hearth we wait
For our urges to instruct
The next move
Quick trip is laughing at us
Pink drink expands
The rear view mirror
Rain drops turn to rasins
Diamonds are jokes
Falling from a truck
We dust them off
And put them in our pockets
There are many kids
In the sour patch
Looking for good homes
We pay extra for the head
No fighting in the car
No sex in the champagne room
Too much chicken
For one day
No dancing in the car
No money for nothing
I expected less
Or nothing less expected
Surprised
Schwervon! 
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