Well I declare
Where America’s day begins
A seed sculpture from the state fair
Of Glen or Glenda looking on.
Why don’t you lay off the Father routine?
I just got my new fiberglass hair.
C’mon, world, pull my finger,
The monk snapped my training bra.
I just drew the death card.
A dimension not of sight or sound.
There is nothing you can posses
That I cannot take away.
I’m just blue skying here.
Where America’s day begins
The caretaker shows an apartment
And it is so red hot in there.
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