I saw you wheezing in the cut throat chorus,
The tv has been on channel blue in your house for a week and a half,
Sounding like a filtered carnival,
Like screaming children on a ferriswheel...
I saw you in the ghetto with your angel eyes poked out,
On your hands and knees in cla** looking for your contact lenses...
There are very few microwaves in the third world...
What if you were tied to a flagpole
In your underwear with your hair shaved off,
And a bag of money hanging from your ankle?
You could tan your scalp in the noon sun.
You could feel the wind on your open chest.
Against a blue sky, almost anything looks cinematic.
If you can teach a dog to play the kazoo,
If an ape can take an interest in his hairstyle,
It only follows that you'd enjoy a morning jog in high heels
While your dance shoe feet bleed.