Monday, June 13, 2011

Cluttermen

Half-formed with bits of others
We puzzle up a Really-Man
Then we can pass on the streets
Fetch groceries for the rest
We have clothes and drugs
Sometimes we even have jobs
Mostly though, we make things
Beautiful things
Sometimes we can sing
I have the pieces around here somewhere
If I find them, I can sing for you
I can sing very well
You wouldn't know it was a Cluttermen song