December 21, 2005

  • A BRIEF SONG CONCERNING TAMPA BAY


    inching through the rain


    in a one-lane bottleneck


    over the roads we crawl


    honking all the way


    the radio roars


    making people mad


    how boring it is to wait all day


    in a bottleneck


    hot as hell


    tampa bay smells


    like some eggs with rot


    glaring sun


    is no fun


    it's all we ever got


    never cold


    roads are old


    computers are crude


    three fat cats


    are on our mats


    fighting over food


      

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