Beat your children in the supermarket aisles
Sidewalk sales and overflowing garbage pails
There's a dead animal on my street
No one cleans it up
It's been there for weeks
Your purple oxidized gremlin
Smells like stale menthol cigarettes
You came in with the soiled mattreess
In the parking lot dumpster
Fast food drive thru
See the fat lady slip
On the melting ice cream cone
People just stood around and gawked
Baby drool and "Can't find a parking space" blues
What would we do if things weren't this exciting?