 A SPECIAL WORD FOR THE PROFESSIONAL MAN I think everybody should give me a nut as they pass by on the road. Passing cars and a truck. I think they should give me nuts because I deserve it. I live on this street. I feed out of its dumpsters. I have no home. I jump from building to building since there are no trees. Now I wander the streets no more -- Flat like a wooden postcard. Rabid teeth protruding for not-severe tire-damage. Asphalt melted to one side of my cute furry body. Bushy tail brittle in the sun. I got A's in squirrel school. I am a wandering toll booth. © 1998 Bryan's Cabin Songs, ASCAP <-- back to live for success! |