. Look at them poking like flightless birds falling from paper plates. Oh home, heavenly earthbound. But the spirit cannot wait to fly like the pink flamingos. To fly like the pink flamingos, fly, fly ?
Cooking you breakfast. On a Sunday morning. I should have seen this comin'. Even without warning But you look so good. There Standing in my kitchen. You want your eggs over easy. I said "Quit
Pop/kral Oh lord I got eggs on my plate. I got em damn right. I got four walls I live here. Hey I live here. Now this big jew-man uptown. He told me one day. He said, heh boy. You look at that
