Bird’s custard yellow?
I’ve got the emulsion he said
Like a canary down the pit
Methane nuclear explosion
We drained the oil
Bled the brakes
Welded a tin foil chocolate
cup cake to the roof
It’s a fake business he hollered
You’ll want a cherry
Buy Dollars in a recession
It didn’t come out too bad
Distinctive he said
20 metres from the dock
Thelma and Louise he sweated
More like Laurel and fucking Hardy
The Mini was steaming
Handbrake tight but damned
Then creaming off Bond style
That’s the way we planned
Except the back hooked up
We smashed forward hanging
Crushed we stared down
Over the lobster boats
Windscreen wipers wicking
our lips back and fro
The rusted cake collapsed
Tin fruit bounced on the deck
Busted we jumped
It’s fucking freezing
We need quantitative easing he said
