I saw you wheezing in the cutthroat chorus

The TV's been on channel blue in your house for a week and a half

Sounding like a filtered carnival

Like screaming children on a ferriswheel

I saw you in the ghetto with your angel eyes poked out

On your hands and knees in class looking for your contact lenses

There are very few microwaves in the third world

What if you were tied to a flagpole

In your underwear with your hair shaved off

And a bag of money hanging from your ankle?

You could tan your scalp in the noon sun

You could feel the wind on your open chest

Against a blue sky, almost anything looks cinematic

If you can teach a dog to play the kazoo

If an ape can take an interest in his hairstyle

It only follows you'd enjoy a morning jog in high heels

While your dance shoe feet bleed