kelly bought sixteen
sandwiches for winter
charlie charged a nickel each,
but he tossed in the last two as a bonus.
later that day, a piano landed on top of him
and he reached to the pay phone above him,
the number buttons just barely in his reach,
but he was ten cents short to call
kelly and tell her his recipe for sandwich soup.
there were bangs down the street
but i didn't look outside.
you don't need a crystal ball
to know how hard I've cried.
the casket was by the window
at the policeman's daughter's wake.
one time I smoked a joint with her
and we went swimming in the lake.
frankly, far and away, the only good coffee
is a fucking dead coffee.
drinking puts her in a bad mood, but she still has
a rad 'tude,
she dates a plaid dude, add lude.
look, i'm a hot dog.
cornbeef caserole
biting on the back, forewarning
a reluctant corning
i fucked your mom
wait, that was my mom
or was it Charles Durning?
what is higher learning?
look after me at Sherman Oaks
where the magic never comes
and the wind won't move the spokes.
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