(Picture: The local two-leveled supermarket and the sh*tload of bikes parked out front.  The red thingies sticking up on the back of them are where you can put your baby)

Blues Song

You've got me hangin' by my ankles, 

roped around my knees

Feedin' that rustlin' flyhouse 

'cuz there's too many folks to please

And that's one pig for the man, 

a few ducks for the wo-man

Squealin' piglets for the boys, 

and duck eggs for Suzy-Pam

That's food for each of dodecamillions, 

shifting like 'spandin' sands

[greasy guitar solo, singer/soloist finishes with a gnashing smile]

You've got me squeezed in a sweaty nostril, 

clingin' by goopy hairs

My abode's humble to the max-ee-mum baby, 

walls filled with rips and tears

'Cuz the pound's a-pilin' up with puppies, 

spillin' over into the pool

But the pool's seethin' with flutterin' fish, 

a-squintillatin' off to school

So don't buy that shiny diamond, 

that shirt or piece o' food

'Cuz sweatin' like a swine in this booger mine

gets ta feelin' rude,

[music builds into ostinato] 

Pardon me, Jude, oh yeah,

I've got the Population Blues

[blank look on performer's face]

Oh yeah the Over-Population Blues

Don't forget the 'Spensive Pad Blues...

[music fades out]

Nanjing 2004/9

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