Creature, creature double feature you look like a movie star from the future you look like a ham on an old west spit you look like a dime covered in shit you look like a man I used to know who drove his Dodge Dart into town with a special mission to find the girl who stole his sneaker and wore it to the river to catch the yellow fishies that swim by the shore that play with kids when the parents are bored of playing cards with a single decked out clubber that dances outside while waiting to get in to the clubbing of baby seals to wear for fur by rich old women of the sadistic u.s. of a tormented soul who uses all his power to refuse the dish that tastes like pissing on the white walls of the city bus that used to run well but is now just barely moving on to higher dimensions of the mind to reset the clock of the earth's axis that chimes like the sound of an alarm clock that wakes him up from a deep sleep when all he wants to do is stay in a bed of roses that the aphids have all chewed up like a wad of gum on the sidewalk of a new york street that a vagrant sleeps on in the night of all nights and he can't wait to go to prom to fuck his girlfriend who has finally decided to put out to the world that she is gay and would rather sleep with her clothes off because it is much warmer on the beaches of spain than in france where the people shower every other day he thinks that he might do this and he might do that thing that keeps him up at night of all nights.
