as awkward and excruciating as listening to off-key singing i didn't want to hear you trembling on the radio for the amusement of the city and when my voice cracked on the field of dreams i had to blame it on political leanings how else could i dignify the damage that i'd done to the land of the free?

i can hear the ocean in my ears when i stand up like a robot

there they go getting up when i said no heading straight for a toad of a man and his tiny microphone there's a certain wisdom that the parts keep from the whole a nerve, a puppet string, and me a dummy every word that i had planned to say was tapping in my head but my mouth played dead