the fools 

catch rain

and play hearts

with their aunt 

sitting in the back of an old storm drain

Singing at the top of their lungs

while synthesizers bang out a delirious scrotum tune

That'll leave you itching with hives

and burying someone's ashes in the old farm

near where the barn imploded 

and the apple tree long burned down

Stop in at Teiffs for some landejaeger 

on your way home