My sidewalk ramble produces all manner of offspring
Look a picture of the candidate I shall be voting for
In Monday's election
How gray and careworn, and she's my age
Well that's what social action'll do to ya
I'm so Apollonian and want to impose
My sense of order
On you there walking with your laces untied
Please tie them they're flapping
And you'll fall unless I save you from yourself
I want to kiss all comers
I will flay the angels who alight
Silly gull do not crap on me
Now I sound like Morrissey
Blue-balled, and the beer, not knowing
When to spit and when to swallow
When to wade and when to wallow
Naked in the bedroom, we were
Darling, I'm almost home, having avoided all manner of things
Like thoughts of you, and of the girl in the subway that time
Whom I shielded from the lunatic boy
With bad breath. I know because he screamed a few lines of verse
His own I'm sure, about vows and widows, right in my ear
No one said a word
And my heroics went unpunished
And thoughts of you flew home to roost
