Hyena’s sister looks through Johann
Man, he served a beer
No rituals
The yodelly thing
The bigger the weapon the greater
the beer
Meager brain, a breath mission
Anita crossed over on her back
A child will snake your vision back
Anita
II
When I was young a beaver fell
Change the ignorance
There’s a key, a cream shirt
What do we do between the horns of the jail?
A poodle set my mood awake
A cleaver fell
Make sure you’re a collie strudel
Our Hebrew’s wearing thin
Pine became a shirt he’s wearing
A spirit took a rattlesnake
Chains, what I believe in
III
Underneath the wall
you’re M. Stanton
Overlucky with a hollow eye
Eye for order, hand for what’s in line
Stitch it on your time
Here’s a trailor tong
Sew it on your time
