Peanut '93

Peanut rides his bike around The drive-in in the daytime Bagging trash and hanging up The speakers on their poles When he finds a bottle He imagines women drinking from it What it looked like, how it sounded Trickling down their throats Peanut has a brother, lost his father Hardly sees his mother Once a month he visits At her trailer near the lake Sometimes when it's not too humid Chances are you'll catch him spearing Shiners in the spill-way With a nail on a stick Peanut knows a guy His name is Mike, he's not too bright He says he'll suck you for a cigarette Down underneath the bridge This very thought disgusts him "I don't see how you could trust him." He says, "If I get my pecker sucked, It sure won't be by him."