Come Closer.Listen...
 
Yes, my wrench was there.
 
So were the two sacred mounds of prickly pears and a blindfold
 
the hangman decided not to use. There was a liquor store that had
 
been robbed and all the pills she could swallow. It was a place where
 
identity theft began as a beautiful boy with a red rash on its bottom
 
and ended up as a bowl of chicken soup. And the feeling didn't even
 
last one song. Neither did bird flu or porcupine quills or urban blight.
 
No on questioned the curious incident of the dog in the nightmare
 
or the village that could talk under the sea. And as I found out later, it
 
was all intended just to kill time until the right radio-jingle came along.
 
Unfortunately, it never did!