Ring-ding-a-ding
Ring-ding-a-ding
Ring-ding-a-ding

Stiff
Cold
Rust of ground teeth escapes lips

Gazes shifted
linoleum tapped
This is what you need to do

There are weak sports
here, here
and here

You got ‘em
already got ‘em where the ring-ding-a-ding
keeps on a dingin’

Where the ring
meets the four chambers
and the other four got
the ring-ding-a-ding

Sun scorches
knuckles cracked
make sure you don’t wear long sleeves

Eyes glance
driveway empty
you didn’t even rip out a shirt

Good job, kid
you hit him in the
ring-ding-a-ding
so that ring-ding-a-ding
ain’t ringin’ no more