  Two silly poems from the trip that Anne- Rae and I took to Four Seasons Town Centre Untitled & nbsp;  If I were a janitor sweeping the decay of life Then I would be black And go by the name of Rosie We can do it girls The perpetual perm The rolled- up sleeves The emphysema And the arthritic knee A broken lifesaver,  a dust bunny,  and a key into another world & nbsp;  Oh to be a Fly on a Moldy Piece of Bread & nbsp;  Oh to be a fly on a moldy piece of bread Dodging plastic implements of death Dodging the sharp point of the world And the Venus flytraps Lighting on the decaying walls of society Oh to be a fly on a moldy piece of bread Break dancing to the beat of the world Break dancing to the beat of your fading heart Spinning slowly into oblivion 
