Nobody puts coleslaw in a corner
(to parade around the obvious).
Allow me to beg the question to differ
right before your eyes:
Who's on first? The whole team,
I'm afraid; looks like the airline
isn't going to reimburse them.
Boy, if there's one thing I hate
it's got to be worth my life, if not my limb—
as when the street presents a face
too timely to turn to in despair,
you feel me? I'm a guy who loves
a clean, unobstructed sight line.
I would marry it in a heartbeat
just to appease its sorry ass, but
nobody wants that kind of publicity.