I see Diddlycrats streaming. Word salads turned to scattered lettuce, begging, "Please let us alone!" Dressing splattered and sucked into the skies.
Joy smeared on dishes, like goo-covered frisbees. Rain and pain washing it off and down the drain. Losers turned loose over Kamalian Jamaica. Boats slipping on their bananas. Daylight come and me wanna go home.