laundromat
Posted: July 24th, 2011, 9:00 am
hot and getting hotter
went to the laundromat
ye olde clean and spin
it was like washing your clothes
in equador, opened a dryer
and a chicken flew out
no a/c - no fan
no nothing
what the fuck?
i staggered out with glazed eyes
some crazy black guy with orange hair
started yelling at me:
"who the fuck are you, al pacino?"
i started talking into my shirt collar
like i was wired or something
and fed into his paranoia
i know all the tricks
it was then that i saw the ice cream truck
at first, i thought it was a mirage
like an oasis on wheels
i wanted a nutty buddy
what i got was a nutty fucking ice cream guy
with red, white, and blue bomb pops
and pink bubble gum blasters
he was like a sugar mogul
spreading addiction and obesity
like he knew what he was doing
and enjoying it like a fucking nazi guard
in some concentration camp hell hole
had to get change for the dryer
but my dollars were limp and sweaty
the machine kept growling and spitting
the bills back, like a tongue wagging
mocking me, laughing in my face
the mechanical bastard!
threw my dollar in somebody's dryer
to put some life back in it
i heard a squawk, and the chicken
ran out the door with my bill in his beak
went to the laundromat
ye olde clean and spin
it was like washing your clothes
in equador, opened a dryer
and a chicken flew out
no a/c - no fan
no nothing
what the fuck?
i staggered out with glazed eyes
some crazy black guy with orange hair
started yelling at me:
"who the fuck are you, al pacino?"
i started talking into my shirt collar
like i was wired or something
and fed into his paranoia
i know all the tricks
it was then that i saw the ice cream truck
at first, i thought it was a mirage
like an oasis on wheels
i wanted a nutty buddy
what i got was a nutty fucking ice cream guy
with red, white, and blue bomb pops
and pink bubble gum blasters
he was like a sugar mogul
spreading addiction and obesity
like he knew what he was doing
and enjoying it like a fucking nazi guard
in some concentration camp hell hole
had to get change for the dryer
but my dollars were limp and sweaty
the machine kept growling and spitting
the bills back, like a tongue wagging
mocking me, laughing in my face
the mechanical bastard!
threw my dollar in somebody's dryer
to put some life back in it
i heard a squawk, and the chicken
ran out the door with my bill in his beak
