Trainstop banter in a hell hole
  And I'm in a poetic mood
      so I tell the guy there to scatter,
   I can be so rude.

  Willows draped in snow acracking
     and the sound of slush slosh slow braking spin
      and the trees so heavy it blocks the light
      into a wet snow din

  Saturday?  Saturday Skiing?
   How would I then make rent?
  and if I take the resort of loss
      then how could I repent?

  someone
  someone must have heard about this before?
   Didn't you send him an email?
   Did you use tremble to pay retail?
     would you set off and go full sale?
      sail?
    what does any of this entail?
     You might get hit
      if you go walking
            the rail
       
        Boo  Boo  Economic Voodoo
      do as I say not as I do
      boo Boo Boo
         
        Boo Boo  What did you think they were going to do?
      throw more money at you?
      

  A Good rap, a 
    rattatat rap
    can't just be one 
 spontaneious
      recrazy
    pick a daisie
  tell your love
    you're dreaming of
       the days you'll be in paisley
   and walking on the boulivard 
       on the way to the State park
     and the baby cart
       at the quickie mart
  you need new pants
       that go to the floor
    and from all  of your rants
     there is silence no more
    A good rap
       a rattatouie rant
      it just can't
         can't be custard stained pant
      let with a peg
     cause he's back from Iraq
    So let him to the front
     from way down in back
    
   cause he's a hero to be
        surviving, you see,
      what does it matter what you
        think
         of the wink of the dink
             of the rink at the 
         street where they meet and cheat
        the place where they space the chase
       the coin where they join the boing

  A rattatat rap
       needs a spikkery spat
      of vemonous chant
        and you just can't
      type it so fast that it hurts that you said
    you'll finish these poems when you
                     finally end up dead
     you'll sleep in a rental a week by the bay
    you'll only rent a room for the shower and spray

  A rap, a rattatap
     need a rewrite
    and more enlightened chat.  

  Do you you you
   remmemer what you wrote
  you spoke you're heart and you
       spoke your toke
  you toke your splief
       as you  drink your beer
     and you don't get angry
        if you get hit at with fear

  Don't you remember the path to the park
      where the swing set fell over on 
                   account of the dark
     and a pickup truck spining tires
       to rip up the lawn
      and your best friend arrested
     and perminently gone
    on a prior
              and it is dire
     because his baby
         maybe doen't have any more fire
        for the stove
    or a mother on home to take up his lack
     a mother, that is, that isn't on . . .
           
       remember
      do you remember?
       remember
      do you remember?

  huh?
  
   You're last email to me
       made me feel free
   to see you so sad and mad at 
       what will be will be

    You saw me downtown
     and then ducked inside somewhere
    so you couldn't me found
          
   And now you
       invite
     what delight
  me to be with you
      and all your friends
    tonight
         the sight
       of who would do the sad 
         misconstrue.

   so no thank you
      no thank you at all

    Midnight
    I know you're still there
        drinking and hollaring
 cause I can hear you
through the forest
      and I don't want to
     be involved so I close the window


    And if you see me at the market
     will you hide behind the melons?
   Everyone you know
    you can't be friends forever
        if you always turn away
      and have nothing to say
    I've got to get my groceries home
        before the hot gets cold.