A cartoon face with blow up hands. You wore sexy new top, and flip flops. While we were out shopping, a door ding. Men came in for more then Helter-Skelter. I sat three good feet from the boob tube. As your blood splashed down upon my back. So when I turned to catch it, your lost face. Cereal spilled all over my new pajamas. They dragged her with baby to kitchen, But damnit the best knifes were gone, so my new tooth grew in just fine thanks. For nothing was left, but your cursive. Now covered up chalklines at the hospice. For hippies that dance while nude, and. A story on t.v sure stole your sunshine, But never could a bent cross dare brand you. "My summer job comes once a year, Sir," said the pool man out loud to his bad hand. Under waters of chlorine your eyes burst. That was just no ordinary dual tape deck.