Dead Man Ray Brenner
tow the car behind the van
sympathize the norfolk men
hold the clutch fasten all you can
read the sponsored cycling chest
crawlin’ pilots at their best
sauerkraut and sensimilia fest
there was a time we booked a road to tendermess
that ain’t a mine it’s just a brenner to be passed
if you ever strike thinner oil
or fold up a cloth
with a pattern that’s more gentle on you
then call your class
and decifer your frigid fears
and forms to be filled in to pass so they’ll last
someone to hype someone to bribe the angel in you
that someone ain’t me it’s just a brenner to be passed
well this peak is unlikely to flatten
this tarmac not to melt
these edelweismen will tell you all
that a lone flower felt
