High and Low

7/11/24

Do I look like jail to you?
Tiles of deceit,
whisper lies of your age,
but I don’t keep receipts.

I’ll be your lolly-gag
(stuff it down, down).
I’ll be your kiddy, pop
(take it up, up).
You’ll be the wind
of a grate under my legs.

I get high, you dive low,
daddy gets by with Lolita’s ghost.
In, in, in it goes,
out, out, out, and
oh! (don’t worry,
nobody will know…)

High and Low, High and Low.
I hear your voice over the phone.
High and Low, High and Low.
My money’s in the trunk.
High and Low, High and Low.
When Humb gets “go,” I shout!
In and Out, In and Out,
take your hit, then move on

to another kid.