All the kings horses and all the kings men,
we all fall down.
Just outside Mesquite under the mosquito
drone and jukebox ballad, the sauce
watered down and the constitution
in question, we crack.
Where did we park my car?
Did we lock the door?
And that wolf baying
at the drive in movie screen,
is he yours?
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