Whirling Toaster Unplugged

Load the pistols with your finest afghan
Load your muskets with your imported cheeses
And don’t go to sleep with more than one eye closed
The timeshells and bombshells are decades past their due dates
And the librarians aren’t happy, however they are resilient, and filled with the wretches
Phoneup your ex-lawyers and orthodontists, your teeth have rotted up

Keep the anchor out, but make it plastic. Purples and darks fill the starboard quarters now. Forget the 4-stared suppers with cuts of hen and beets. Forget the knitted quilts to warm your tired feets. It’s morally unearthing and distasteful for all the critics and their midshipmen brothers, but it’s here and it’s now. The marlin will try to suction out the flourescent effevecense and drag it back to the sea, and they won’t. Spare the finicky seashells, oh seashells. Bury the hatchet and dig a vital fallout shelter, or better yet, a grave. If it’s not enough, at least Sandshark Tony will never be aware…

So hasten all the safety belts attached to the cushion. We want safety with a bandage
The instincts are telling me to make use of the French horns and the factory beef.
Make use of the sailboat puffing
Don’t ignore the fall danger. If you do, you’ll be their pastrami on rye.
Make use of the aged daughter’s copper coat hanger which is fitted for her fleece and ribbon , and keep this soft beat alive.

Phoneup your ex-orthodontists and tell them to prepare their baggage
And make use of the smooth silkskin, the harpoon, and a bag of corn chips.
We’ll need the pleasure, the defense, and the energy
If it’s too late, keep thinking, it wasn’t your fault, but you could have changed the lottery and kept this beat alive