Clem Snide
Dairy Queen
The Dairy Queen has meltedHaving laid all her eggsAnd the sporting good storeAt the corner under the overpassWith an ice cream hot mouthShe smiled a carnation pinkInto the root canal musicOf a prom night disaster that sinkOn roads paved with liver and onionsAs the ginger ale tickled her noiseAnd the power lines traced with a fingerWhere gray turning goldJokingly blowing a bubbleAs the teenagers slammed on their brakesAnd sucking her teethShe insisted on raising the stakesNow the Dairy Queen is quietSweating brown vinyl seatsWith a need for directionsAnd candy that's never too sweet
From Letras Mania