Donuts Only - Parquet Courts

Like a red state’s Baptist fervor

Like a small town’s unsolved murder

Some secrets are just best resting

In the tombs of buried thought-slums

As for Texas: Donuts Only

You cannot find bagels here

And I’ll reserve my highest hosannah’s

For the communion song that’s served with light beer

And a chorus

That inspires the score played in my myth-steeped years

«There's a hole you shan’t fall into»

Sang the church choir’s young male leads

In the home team jersey robes

Sewn by our sisters, moms and nieces

This you gave us, although worthless

Fed five decades' dormant hustle

In result: his life was rubbish

Celebrated?

Yes, but rubbish