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Kitz Willman - Grim Errands

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She said “Kitz, it’s getting hectic
Heater on the fritz, call General Electric!”
Another blitz, hit to the head, kid
Powerline hiss
“Does this look infected?!”
Mail slot filled by the big bank
Flowers all killed by the yank drank
Guard gifted her a shank
She said
“Thanks, a lot”
Shrugged and then stuffed it in her sock

The front door still needs to be locked
Posted up in the parking lot
She said “Kitz, I’m gonna need help with this
If I’m ever gonna take it off…”
Exhale with a cough and a quick scoff
Count a Chris Bosh off the wristwatch
“There’s loaded guns in them towers
Just watch
Scour.”
Stale air gets sour
Breathing in the power
It only took a couple hours
Count the turrets on the towers
Stale air gets sour
Scour
When the light gets dim
Then the errands get grim
Don’t know what it says about him
Sing a hymn in my stomach
You kinda guys love it
Coors Light
Lyle Lovett
Whatever’s in the budget
You ain’t above it
Put the bones in the bucket
Stanley Kirk can’t touch it
I just listen for the trumpet
“Put the bones in the bucket!”
“End of transmission”
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