Cleaning up the mobile home
All of this has got to go
Markers stain the cardboard signs
Littering the two-lane road

I contributed to this
Giftshoppe fodder
Monster myth
When the feeling leaves my arms
I'll forget but not forgive

Never let your [bad word] heads
Rest on obscene old man beds

You perverted, aging [bad word] What age did your mind get stuck?
Why are your teeth just like mine?
And you wave back but my hand goes up