Pence, Indiana

come, come now,

must we take ourselves so seriously?

or perhaps this is a prerequisite for

respectability,

doesn’t even the springtime breeze

laugh at its graven image?

who are we to say otherwise?

maybe we should just have another drink,

yes that’s it!

hey boy,

could you pass that silver bottle?

the one which life has chosen

to crawl into and hide,

until some poor sucker

can suck it out,

then is he ever going to be surprised,

because he’s just won,

an all expense paid vacation,

for two,

or three,

to, brace yourself Martha,

Pence, Indiana,

yes that’s right,

you and a guest, or guests, of your choosing,

you do have a guest don’t you?

will have full use,

of all the grain elevators and backseats

you can possibly fit into,

all this, and more,

courtesy of

your local ymca;

but really now,

let’s not get off the subject,

although I admit,

I never had

any particular subject

in mind,

except maybe

a few old boyhood dreams,

which remain stuck

in the cobwebs.

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