We're just like those condom wrappers:
Used up torn up
Thrown away.
& we're just like yesterday's headlines:
Drifting, floating, towards the blaze.
If we rob the
Liquor store we could
Be in Tijuana by the crack of dawn.
If we rob the
Mayor's mansion
We could pawn his modern art & Make a fortune.
If we rob the lonely widow
We could steal her credit cards
& buy a cottage by the ocean.
& we could swim to Junk Island
we'll burn up like the seagulls
& the whiskey bottles.
We're scrapped valentines.
We're tangerine rinds.
We're crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes, crimes.