Where were you when I was fighting back a ravaging case of the junk? Where were you when the hail of cannon fire from the airships cracked the photograph on the kitchen table, like a fable feebly able to stand on its own. The baby walks but soon it runs and soon it runs away. The baby talks but soon it speaks and soon it leads astray. Ashtray shatter on linoleum tile, while bodies of malarial plague drift down the nile, while nuptial vows bring only one smile, while I stand alone at the end of the aisle, while away your time, like it’s not all you have, gravitating captivating, aggravating, stab in the back. Where were you when I bled myself dry, where were you when I divided the spry guys from the nice tries, the white lies from the horseflies, the franchise from the franch fries, stanch lies, fly highs, old guys comtemplating masturbating on your plate sing along with the radio voices.

give it up, out of luck, tummy tuck, dump truck
can it be, you’re not free, count to three, thumb suck

I crumpled into a tinfoil ball at the mention of your name, for anything or anyone can you say you’ve done the same, your fame belies a high mighty gust of eye-balling from behind high-walling dressed to the nines, calling, time-stalling, crime guys.

and if you fell for it, then I have no pity. Good bye.

I really like the editing in this