Guns on the Streets


Penny pinchers & prima donna's
Come on by for a slice of my egg sandwich and tap on the table.

Lay down a tune that could bring the bricks of the building
About us to restitution and make the = sign a multiplication variable.

Be privy with my questions and toss me back a batch of tuna salad.

Keep in mind those Sicilians work damn hard to catch those tuna during  the collection session in the sea, so make those morsels the best you can throw.

I have no cans of liquor, they only come in bottles and I don't pour anything from bottles for strangers, for they quickly get drunk and urinate on the floor I scrub so devoutly every four or five months.

They say it's a bachelors life.

-wrong-

I don't have enough time to cling to clean details
Of sanitary ties that would make things too damn clean
And therefore mostly uncomfortable or unlivable for my tastes.

Let's get back to the tastes.

Along with the bottles,
The mustard and pickle juice in the month-old jar is off limits.

I have too many pieces of bologna .. hot dogs and glasses of V8 juice to consume for your hands to pick at the beauty of my meager refrigerator harvest.

Then again,
You probably only want canned beer - salami - crackers - squeeze cheese and chocolate cookies.

Better yet,
I doubt you make it on by - let's say you do.

I own no knives for your disposal
Because there are too many guns on the streets.