(AlexanderNaydock)



He was the king of the back seat

Of drunk reverie

Saw him escorted out of a Mets game

On network T.V.

Kept his head in the clouds

With any cheap high he could cull

In his cancered Impala

And his hog shirts

And his head tapes played dull



He lived in a company house

In the Pardeesville woods

With a stir crazy dog

And a graveyard of old