To Be 16 Again

Itty bitty bleeding bullies brought better beats.
They danced and played all bloody and itty bitty.
The moon mooed over them and cows tipped themselves to sleep beneath the pale grey lines.
Better beats kept things alive.
Moneying all about in their new scarves and clean red wagons;
Things that knew where to go and who to ignore.
Silly little Things they were. are. were.
Itty bitty bleeding bastards bullying itty bitty bleeding bastards.
Swilling beer on Monday mornings in bright white suits.
Station wagons all aglow with new itty bitty bullies piled high in the back seats
Filled with Things that Drive to and from Places and feel mildly Important

Things that money all about.