Shotgun Suzie

Dance with a dead klepto. Never let go.

Put it in the mouth and she’ll always hear the echo.

Crawling all around like a troglodyte.

Put it in your RAM like a megabyte.

Look across the land from a mega height.

Coming from the stars like a Vega dyke.

Trapped here with a dream being just peeing.

It’s a fallen angel with a broken wing.

Hand over your trip in a Ziploc bag.

Stretch yourself across until your crouton sags.