Here Comes Bricks

songs to make you blow your load

are playing over frog and toad.

the road to Reno’s short and narrow,

and you can feel it in your marrow.

everybody wants a passenger seat,

a place where they can cook their meat.

some get lost while taking the test,

a cactus born within their chest.

even odds that black is white

and you need more than a string to fly a kite.

whiskers shed, the maker said.

complete and contrite,

two bongs can make a right,

the manager is out of sight.

her brother’s dead, one in the head.

trade winds knock over carriages,

and baby’s from true love marriages.

they don’t mind a little pain,

the thistles on a lion’s mane.

books are useless

and a newborn is toothless.

ongoing goings on unrecorded,

a pilot who slept while his aircraft boarded.

her uncle failed to mow the lawn,

he thought his bishop was a pawn.