Vera

I got a little black book with my poems in.

Got a bag' got a toothbrush and a comb.

When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.

I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.

Got those swollen hands blus.

Got thirteen channels of **** on the TV to choose from.

I got electric light'

And I got second sight.

Got amazing powers of observation.

And that is how I know'

When I try to get through'

On the telephone to you'

There'll be nobody home.

I got the obligatory Hendrix perm'

And the inevitable pinhole burns'

All down the front of my favorite satin shirt'

I got nicotine stains on my fingers.

I got a silver spoon on a chain.

Got a grand piano to prop my mortal remains.

I've got wild' staring eyes.

And I got a strong urge to fly.

But I got nowhere to fly to… fly to… fly to… fly to.

Ooooo Babe'

When I pick up the phone'

There's still nobody home.

I got a pair of Gohill boots'

And I got fading roots.