Sprite And Swing Music


the beard grew like wildfire
the brush was destroyed quickly,
the insignificunt broad that hung off him
slowly fell into the sunset of mask
she did not understand
he did not understand
blues and yellows and greens
flashed in the sky like a psychobilly freakout
skulls and clowns laughed with each other
as they killed the arachnids leg
murder was watched on tv,
necklaces hung from necks
ears just started listening to themselves
and the fire fighters rushed to put out the sprite
lemon lime, they were told, but this had no caffeine
the garden state broke away into their own confederacy
swing kids reloaded, waiting for the throwdown
and in the end all that was known,
was the best son in the world