I am Northern maple syrup Northern Quebec
tap those nails and buckets into my bark let me scream like a bitch in pain
dreams out of exile to South Caroline, Georgia old-time hash
half dozen eggs mixed fried together red spuds, cheap coon meat.
I am as simple as Ding Dong School
TV show Miss Frances 1952,
intelligent as Einstein IQ 162, good test
both mixed in a corn bag with wheat, wild rice, touch of honey.
Talk to Lindy now, talk to me ex-lover
come on to me once again in a dream
like you used to do live,
ice picks in hand, brown sugar in a side bowl
everything sweet until the cops came by.