Filling his hotdog bun with condiments,
Randy showed his date his brilliant idea.
“As you can see, put all the stuff underneath, lubricating sides and bottom
Now you can’t drop anything out once you slip your wiener in,” he said.
“Know what? This date is over,” she replied as she stomped off.
She left him holding his meatless bun.
Furiously looking for the punchline
Underneath the dross of reality
Nothing there could tease an honest chuckle out of his lips
Nothing warmed his shivering cold soul
Yet his comedy gave the world what he could never have
Cuddling underneath his fleece blankie he smiled
Outside the wind is shaking the windows wanting in
Sound of the crackling flames in the fireplace lull him almost to sleep
Yawning he shut off the TV. He wanted to live in that moment forever.
Reaching from one horizon to the other
A pair of dull gray arms hug the hard-compacted earth underneath
Iron spikes cement the bond of their timeless relationship
Lasting valentine to the age of steam
Being a ballerina had always been his dream
Underneath the bright lights, dancing en pointe
Looking into infinity as he bounded across the stage
Knowing he was the center of everyone’s attention
Yet he knew that being a hippopotamus was going to make it difficult
Ripping up the broken tiles by breaking them some more, how cool is that?
Underneath the subfloor doesn’t look that bitch’n, soooooo
Gonna lay me down some burnt orange shag. Make the bathroom groovy again!
Chills ran down David’s spine
Outside was actually quite warm
And underneath the garment, he was sweating
The idea he was wearing Colombo’s trench was breathtaking
Evening faded into the background as he turned up the noise
Nothing special, just something to keep the world from invading
Outside he looked like he was just chilling out
Underneath he was boiling with emotions
Going to blow any minute like one of those geysers
He just couldn’t take it anymore. Soon the water escaped, but one drop at a time.
Dirt coated the remnants of civilization
Underneath the grime, the dead cars told a story
Silhouettes burned into the pavement eternally listened
The wind moaned at the ending