lippy waits for it

the cannibal trailer park

stuffed with rice

“han' it to me! gimme!”

coal faced stinkerman

diving at a stickybun

“gimme! gimme!”

and his hand flaps at the wind

the wind tries to blow

but can only inject itself

in the free spaces between the teeth

teeth that the stinkerman tries to hone

on a tinker elf's file

tinker elf taps out a merry little tune

and the stinkerman taps along

taps an empty bottle against the ground

clack clack clack against the concrete

of the cannibal trailer park

stuffed with rice

tinker elf pulls out the stops

and the stinkerman pulls down his shorts

shows all the world what he's made of

nothing comes between him and the wind

the wind that tries to blow

but can only inject itself

tinker elf reaches over

with a platinum mallet

with a tiny tap

a tiny tap

a tiny little tap

the mallet rings a bell

and the coal faced stinkerman thinks back

thinks back to a time when he was young

when his face was pearly white

when his teeth were nice and tight

when the wind could blow

and the tinker elf

was just a story

and a song

and a melody in that

cannibal trailer park

stuffed with rice