dodge the weasels

run your fingers through my greasy flannel shirt

snort scotchguard from bottlecaps

buy ether from a red mentalist

worry about what comes next

stand naked under the lava flow

bury your fist in a pile of warm dung

wonder why

question those who question authority

disturb the piece

wander about town in your shorts

throw stones at pebbles

your move...

A weasel (11138 bytes)