In Those Days We Did As They Pleased

In the seventeenth year of Joe of the son of Frank I woke from slow-wave sleep

Failed to keep on the down low

I succumbed to bumming a ride with

Panic and his side-kick, Fear

They were

Strange dream men in suits who Appeared and reappeared.

And crept like the grim reaper With the scenery's machinery

Tn hot pursuit:

And I between the two in the front car seat Like meat that meets between

Slices of hard bread

The highway stops singing

Night terror songs aplenty