Tilted empress telling bus driver of observations
as goateed athletes jog around the hoodlum lake
Tin soldier limping exposes hospital as smackhouse
while private nurses are tortured til they confess
“Peace Brother, I’m Digger Dan
I just got in from monterrey and I need a place to crash“
Faces chemically endowed with greasepaint cheeks twitch longingly for stud before street cleaners arrives with hose to spark countless cigarettes choked through tract
Menapausal virgins arrest fountain for depravity as squiggly wiggly ladies are offended by my smile from moonshot to protect us from the whores trying to get there first.
“Peace Brother, I’m Digger Dan
and I got six old ladies and seven kids and I treat my dogs better than most cats treat their chicks“
Marrow bones found in ashcan are traded for paper of smack to be shot before shaking marrow out of the junkie wishbone
Chemical hysteria from ergot sets of change in deranged flower child running naked Begging change before tuning into god.
“Peace Brother I’m Digger Dan
and every time you spend money you buy bullets and are just as responsible as the man who uses them thats why I never carry money. It’s no good –can’t fuck it, can’t eat it – I learned how to fuck and kill in the marines but when they ordered me to fight i kicked the sergeant’s ass. But if some 18 foot fool jumps me with his rifle my daughter tries to save me and he gives her the clap, I’ll rip out his eyeballs with my thumb and use them for ping pong balls.”
Wait a minute now
Crammed quarters for night osmosis bog eyes and (uh)
Milkshake spiders laugh at destitute coffee dimes and (uh) the
Greases and potatoes swell drunken guts of starvation and (uh)
The toilet is off limits unless you got a waiting list in your butt
Ancient barefaced jukebox compels my tongue to dance syncopated sugar sugar coated surgeon is disguised as a hamburger trout on this last stop til morning’s residue
and (uh) the Scholars will drink and talk and pee and not pay
and (uh) the Roadskin will be mutilated by whining whitewall tires
and (uh) the Glazed donuts will kick us into the gutter
but we are safe until dawn when we return for another shot
“Peace brother Im Digger Dan
Im gonna live to be 133
Because I dont eat none of that canned food bullshit
that turns all you people into robots
im sitting here now sitting here now
Sitting in the Hasty Tasty“
“Ethical or fowl, I no longer love you. Ethical or fowl”
and (uh) the leg on the other side of the window is too cold
inside it’s warm with the jukebox, toilet, and the coffee urn
“Peace Brother I’m Digger Dan
and I’m gonna live to be 133 “
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