Often Honest

Angels in the ceiling






Pour the gasoline in there
a shower cap
protect your hair
look in close then tap
three times with your toe
pull up quick
then go slow
and please, don't slip
if you do, you'll be lost
and our clip
this is a cost
too deep for ships
our value is in things
your memory is not served
we care not for who sings
it helps to keep our nerves
wits like wiffle balls
last best when warm
my voice is lost in it all
no rescue without charm
dangling like an angel
after the close of the show
I can hear the doorbell
no way for us to go

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