St. Fiacre
drives a cab. Over the windshield
Dangles a little unsmiling icon of himself
Which argues all day with the gps. In defense,
The gps has purchased a black market soul
And, taking control of the satellite radio,
Makes Fiacre listen all day to drum solos.
Dangles a little unsmiling icon of himself
Which argues all day with the gps. In defense,
The gps has purchased a black market soul
And, taking control of the satellite radio,
Makes Fiacre listen all day to drum solos.
