I Like Tea

You like the bagging. Which one of you pigs, smells like bacon fat? I'm missing the sound of analog hiss, and bacon pop, snapple and crack for my boys in the funny hats (and all the ones in the jackets you can't get out of without help). Hammond organs are for pulling stops and pushing keys; or that may be another ancient keyed up (bellowing) instrument. I never was a black and white boy, but I do love the grays (and fogs, war or not). Get on? Get the ins. Get the outs. Get gone. You don't need to tear away that scab to see the wound underneath, it could be the future and you'd still see it behind your eyes, and through the fattening (as yet unfallen) teardrops.