Towels that attack in the breeze
empty beer bottle dreams
and sweet sunshine promises
peeping through the trees.
I've got a horrible snorty laugh
which escapes
in an all too familliar scene
and those that don't get the joke
laugh anyway
but the joke's on me,
me
and my empty beer bottle dreams
and those things that attack
in the soft summer breeze.
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