Keep your head on.
Silly little bee.
Why are you so obsessed
with fixing things.
Those neon lights do
seem exciting.
And all those portraits
by Andy, where did that
america go? I guess
we drank it all up.
Or it slipped through
the slits that split
our fingers and made them seperate.
Your obssessed with
this bursting culture.
Where's my fix?
Where's the girl I loved
before the southern gentlemen
and lore of the west sweep her away.
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