Having had his fill of turkey, he carefully cleaned his teeth. Now he was prepared for Black Friday. When it came to getting the best deals, he knew how to get right in there, and not let go.
The Plasticman always rings My Lovely, every Wednesday at midnight. It is the same ending to every conversation, “Bats eat the fish bones of time“. It doesn’t matter now. I got my heater and he’s going to get a Harlem Gooseberry in his smiler before sunrise. Tooting the wrong ringer will get him a twist and crackle, and then he will jump like a flame in a tango bar. Once I’m done, he’ll be ready for the darkroom scanner.
Trigger man takes slugs,
Trip for biscuits gone south fast –
fish bones stick down deep……