fast binders

fast friends make friends fast

don't eat: them: fast: friends: relish them,

your dog may be hot

but the bun is bland and blown with sand and grit

of which we eschew

in pickled sweetness brine

chewsy until the molars drop

not from the gums

but to the floor.

full of gold no doubt, scooped up by friends, no doubt

redeemed in lieu of having to sue.

howjadoo? howjadoo?

"and you shake their little hands/

howjadoo"

it is known as an advance

ain't no friend of mine

is a refrain i disdain like dylan on pain who caint unsplain the scrit of brain

(google calls THIS spam

their sausage servers smell it and says it's too spicy)

"i'm wild about their loving/

i like to have my fun"

how you forge friends

you put it out there

d-day style

and ask 'em to take your check

for their questionable goods:

wanna peek under the hoods

coulds shoulds and drill for oil the peckerwoods

oil that must be refined

must be bottled and divined, as to purity

for intricate cogs require lugubrious

attention: howjadoo?

you shake their little plans up and down,

how do you do?