Synapse to synapse; the possibilitys thin. Im dressed up for free drinks
and family greetings on your wedding date. The figures in plastic on your
wedding cake that I took were so real. And I kept a distance:
the complications cloud the postcards and blips through fiber optics,
as the girls with the pigtails were running from little boys wearing bow-ties
their parents bought: Ill catch you this time!
Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly: Ill tell you mine. You were the one
but I cant spit it out when the dates been set. The white routine
to be ingested inaccurately.
Synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached beer cans to the
bumper so they could drive up and down the main drag. People would turn
to see whos making the racket. Its not the first time.
When they lay down the fish will swim upstream and Ill contest but they
wont listen when the casualty rates near 100%, and there isnt a
pension for second best or for hardly moving...
