Meter Feeder - Hail Mary Mallon

Bucket-seater theater sucks, I duck and weave

Riddle of the pixelated ticker taking prisoners and a number please

Name and occupation: Aes, I twiddle thumbs with underlings

Orange eyes, head shrunk, age: a million, sex: drugs

Barrel in escorted by a chorus line of bedbugs

Low-tech dreck from his neck out of cement woods

We come in pieces under siege and unwilling

Kicking and screaming, creatures summoned to the feet of the city

As the parking-ticketed guilty, Beetlejuice in the waiting room

Ogling this bird who put the Double D in 'Day of Doom'

Personal space invader dais, pay-to-play-to-lose

If you can see a sitting duck grow up into a baying wolf

Live

Teller Number 7 looking weathered

Like a decade in a glass box yelling shook her feathers

Utter «Unto thee I surrender mine flesh!»

She said «Put the yellow sticker on your fender — Next!»

Gotta fly in the morning, better pack a potato

Raging Bull, Mack truck, leather bag, and a raincoat

Curse of the slain goat feather, ticket in late row

Double Jack drink, six minutes to gate close

Excuse me, Doug E. Fresh, I’m lost

Part bad rabble the raffles the rest off

Dollar down Noah that goes to the great flood

With a Styrofoam finger making it rain ones

Take-down bank job taking a blank check in

Pine bluff Slim Jim, Jameson, John Lennon

Uncle Bobby blasted in back of the wrong wedding

Cause I came for the food but I stayed for the prom dresses

One-block cabby: «It's gonna be $ 6.80»

No shit, your tip is go hunting with Dick Cheney

Slow to let the dogs out, quicker to finish Halo

That all-black tints and pimpin' the Winnebago

The stray cat, dirty finger nail rap scurry

From the slash-proof straps of his crail tapped gurney

Awestruck, cough guac over scaled back mercy

And blast off, casting aspersions overtly

Parry absurd curfew, eager to go invisible

Sunday drive disfigured and growing tentacles

Root down to the brackish water

In a speed trap pro demasking marauders

Post office locked like it’s jail time is setup

Day-labor dimes with the climate of club fed up

Walking with a panther chilling with a house cat

Till somebody patents building a better mousetrap

Out back staking his claim to deep mining

Bribed by the sheriff with tariffs that keep climbing

Blinded by the light of the 5 train to Dyer

Hook, line, and sinker?

Horse, main, and sire