Dutch
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Mind your step, I keep the overhead low,
Just the bed, and the books, and the rotary phone.
Chicago manual of style keeps the prose right crisp,
Minneapolis edition, well it goes like this:
Well I talk way too fast, I shoot from a glass,
I keep Poe in the glovebox, Plath on the dash,
And there's nobody shotgun, I got enough gas,
To get Vegas by daybreak, I'm not coming back.
I'm pushing this luck all the way to the coast.
I'm throwing it over just to see if it floats.
I'm taking my chances, I'm making my own,
'Cause I've been pretty impatient, I'm ready to go.
I'm the book that beat the speed-reader,
And I'm the card the dealers won't touch.
And it's just not true I'm a man-eater,
All the same, we should probably go dutch.
So, careful kid with that wolf-whistle,
You never know what you'll attract.
And you shouldn't make noise to which you wouldn't want to listen.
What's good for the goose is good for the gander back.
And I'm packed and I'm out the front door,
Leave a tip on the sink, oh the staff, they work hard.
I hit rain, I hit sleet, but mostly weather stays good,
Hit a deer on I-80, fucked up the hood.
But you can't play for keeps if you never draw blood,
You just brace and you breathe, you drive through the dust.
You go through people and places, you hope the engine can take it,
They get you up on the blocks on a regular basis.
But, innocence is overrated, based on what you haven't done,
I don't need a poker-face, open book, smoking gun.
Renegade agents, I got no taste for their races.
I run on whiskey, and risk, and ennui and impatience.
I'm the book that beat the speed-reader,
And I'm the card the dealers won't touch.
And it's just not true I'm a man-eater,
All the same, we should probably go dutch.
'Cause, love is like liquor, it burns as it moves you,
And as far as I figure, there's nobody fireproof.
So thank you for the offer, it truly was kind of you,
I'd take you up on it, but just passing through.
'Cause I talk way too fast, and I shoot from a glass,
I keep Poe in the glovebox, Plath on the dash,
And there's nobody shotgun, I got enough gas,
To get Vegas by daybreak, I'm not coming back.
I'm the book that beat the speed-reader,
And I'm the card the dealers won't touch.
And it's just not true I'm a man-eater,
All the same, we should probably go dutch.
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