It was always a melee
Of female beauty
Working in Indianapolis and Carmel,
Going in at 5 a.m.,
Vomiting into the trash can and
Seeing the day
Shoot by like chrome airplanes
Which were like splinters into the eyes of
People on health sheets and so
I see the gamut of humanity as I
Didn’t need anything
But incurred teeth to my neck
Of those who did
And
If I ever get any power
I’m going to give these people something
But I don’t know what,
As I sidestep the incisors and
Point a proud eye
At our paradoxical species.