[10.20.11]--from Rachel's automatic "The Apple" (musical)
This is a Holiday Inn tragedy, the world
moves lions sequined the shrinking treeline: pan out
make them stop. Do your mouths say open/close
for the men do you jin yourself Rita, fine
long legs or din din din, flee this sad hotel.
Star Search your great nation, she-bitch, home of the
def Leopard staged I coulda run the whole bartop
saddle shoed, no, she requires a girth of glitter, move
over grl it's 1994, cue the smoke machine Aqua Net, me &
sister tap dancing the Rattle Snake Roundup in Guysie
she's all girl. Milk venom, tap tap.