Ladybug on my wrist strikes a simple pose and then flies Sitting man across from
me wears housefly-hair and sunken eyes And he just wants another quarter for
five quarts of forgetting sauce Knuckles white like embers ashen Clicks his jaw
in neurotic time Face a strobe-lit street-light dance as subways screech their
third-rail rhyme And I just want to see my girlfriend caus her hugs are the best I
know Though I'm gone I don't want us to end, but I feel me slipping out the
corner of her eye He just wants another quarter for five quarts of forgetting
sauce And I play "couldn't-be-much-boreder" as I'm watching the drunk in the
corner of my eye