Tony has transcended mere humanity and now strides the world as a white trash god. Traveling the highways and by ways, distributing the miracle of television to drunken, fighting alcoholics everywhere. A Night Train Santa of the alleys. A T...hunderbird bodisatva, who's wise discourse on matters mechanical, may only be shared with true seekers and true believers. He is the slightly sour smell of compost on the wind, the whiff of Camel smoke by a gas station john, the waterlogged pages of an old porn mag left in the rain outside a hobo jungle. Tony is everywhere.
Cold tile, warm piss, body and mouth screaming for a fix. The flashing red and blue urban church bell sirens call the way to the recent converts. 5.55mm lightning in a foreign jungle. Through all of this...Tony is t...rying to sleep.
What have you seen in those things?
What have you done in them?
Do you know where the missing are?
Do you have answers that could end a families questions,
...ease their pain?
Have you sat numb as red turns to rust and mixes with
the water and leaves that run down the gutter in the rain?
Did you keep a memento? A trophy? A reminder?
Tony doesn't want your pants. No one wants your pants.
Tony has his own.
You're old enough now to be in on the joke.
Are you laughing yet?
You're old enough now to see the big picture.
Are your eyes open yet?
...You're old enough now to know you're not anonymous
Are you famous yet?
Does he care?
Or was he drunk by the time you got home?
Cold tile, warm piss, body and mouth screaming for a fix. The flashing red and blue urban church bell sirens call the way to the recent converts. 5.55mm lightning in a foreign jungle. Through all of this...Tony is t...rying to sleep.
What have you seen in those things?
What have you done in them?
Do you know where the missing are?
Do you have answers that could end a families questions,
...ease their pain?
Have you sat numb as red turns to rust and mixes with
the water and leaves that run down the gutter in the rain?
Did you keep a memento? A trophy? A reminder?
Tony doesn't want your pants. No one wants your pants.
Tony has his own.
You're old enough now to be in on the joke.
Are you laughing yet?
You're old enough now to see the big picture.
Are your eyes open yet?
...You're old enough now to know you're not anonymous
Are you famous yet?
Does he care?
Or was he drunk by the time you got home?
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