the aged tree has a story to tell
about a vision of a faulty creation
reporters gathered for a story to sell
but he was the last of his generation
tipped his hat in a western bar
to signal an honest violation
this was the last that they ever saw
of Alice and her dry conversations
sixteen years stored underground
slaved away by medical clowns
Naugahyde erased her
Naugahyde erased her
In a vine and beginning to swell
the future holds new abominations
on a beach beneath soggy sand
the swollen purse fluctuated in payment
sons cover their ears
some reactions which they faked it
the people they talk
the people they heard
the sounds of the Naugahyde engagement