Dude can America be
saved. My cousin has dark
almost black hair. I saw her
yesterday praying for help.
Metal new wave hair you know
the guy who looks like Elvis
and plays bass infiltrating
every sector. Well, I claim
his shed blood.
Oh God.
I need your help.
I’ve got to put on peroxide
I’ve got to have thousands
who get it on and
I’ve got to get these
red highlights eternalized.
Surely you can afford $20 a month
for the next ten months and
get me a crowd at Goodwill
on Saturday with J
to buy that Budweiser tee-shirt
(thousand gallon member club)
with the plaid wool pants.
The truth is I left
all my stuff in J’s car
and I’ve got to raise
this money now.
Right now.
I need the flesh and blood
of young people
who are turned on—
eyebrow rings (nipples too).
Man give me the grace and
give me your Ramones cd.
Go to your phone right now
and I’ll pay for your hair.
