Act 1
Car horn
Lady bug………shattered pelvis
Toilet rug -
Mixed down drink if I think
How many shades of pale ?

Act 2
Hubris headlines on ink stained news
Eyes must be going to join my charm….
.clock radio,
sterile budget,
wing toed blues
This ain’t no riot
This ain’t no fast food
………………This ain,t subversive
We just pushing up the ground

Act 3
Flaming halls of clickety clues
A little make up will cover the bruise
Pound the gavel
Pound the gavel
Let the digging begin
with the trapezoid and its area of squaria
Open container Lug wrench
Shaft slightly split open to one side
…………………Car crash gods enjoy the heady wine
While white line thigh bones of sacrificial bulls burn the beach of glory

FIN