Giftshoppe - Menomena

Cleaning up the mobile home

All of this has got to go

Markers stain the cardboard signs

Littering the two-lane road

I contributed to this

Giftshoppe fodder

Monster myth

When the feeling leaves my arms

I’ll forget but not forgive

Never let your drunken heads

Rest on obscene old man beds

You perverted aging fuck

What age did your mind get stuck?

Why are your teeth just like mine?

And you wave back but my hand goes up