Hoping for a party at the corner of Vine and High
I was guzzling Phisohex since the Zarex tap ran dry

This year’s extravagant calendar arrived, addressed to a journal editor who chased a train
As future Harvard lawyers were forced indoors by rain

A musician hyped over AI didn’t know he’s buying the lowest common denominator in voice
I could direct him to Meghan O’Gieblyn, but that might not be his choice

He’s at that stage of becoming, I’m just being
Sometimes fleeing