Peanut rides his bike around
The drive-in in the daytime
Bagging trash and hanging up
The speakers on their poles
When he finds a bottle
He imagines women drinking from it
What it looked like how it sounded
Trickling down their throats
Peanut has a brother, lost his father
Hardly sees his mother
Once a month he visits
At her trailer near the lake
Sometimes when it?s not too humid
Chances are you?ll catch him spearing
Shiners in the spillway
With a nail on a stick
Peanut knows a guy
His name is Mike he?s not too bright
He says he?ll suck you for a cigarette
Down underneath the bridge
The very though disgusts him
?I don?t see how you could trust him,?
He says, ?If I get my pecker sucked
It sure won?t be by him.?
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