Poet Bums
Robert Pollard
Tired streaks for man from minus
Plan to land at minus four hours
With the poet bums
And I know it's not the kind of thing
That you like to deal with
Thirty years later
In San Francisco
Shaven for Christmas
Spots on slick faces
Come out from downer space
With the poet bums for a cherry pie
And I know they're not the kind of things
That you like to kick with
Not on your kiss list
What would be a killer?
Cupcake filler
Sacrifice it mooney
Just bore a baby
Greasier than gravy
Faster than cherry pie