The Shriveled Finger

All the gun toting hippies
And leg shaving women
Are at the next divide
Waiting for the scarring to arrive
Chemical burns and soggy wet napkins
Drifting on street corners in slow, sluggish fashion
Parasites for high-heeled shoes
Eating whores alive
A long walk for a cop
Is a target in stride

These are all the things that you know most
When everyone you know is just a ghost