Overheard music in malls was something Ander
mentioned that I like a lot.
This is called It's Funny.
Sometimes I can forget I'm even in a cult, raised in the train
station mall by the people contracted to clean.
I use the restroom at the tee ball field,
a party forms to peek into the vent.
It's funny, I'm 80% vacant, escalator static, potted tree,
half dust.
Today, I'll waste my shot on an artery or get my license back.
The County Courthouse fountain reconstitutes
the misadventured dove.
[APPLAUSE]
Thank you.