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 spillway With a nail on a stick Peanut knows a guy His name is Mike, he's not too bright He says, he'll s*ck you for a cigarette Down underneath the bridge The very thought disgusts him 'I don't see how you could trust him' He says, 'If I get my pecker s*cked It sure won't be by him'