Lucky Ducks in a Row!
Altadena was worth 22 years or maybe 23
never worth any more than 25 unless she was a redhead
West Covina was all clowns and not worth a plugged nickel
I always attempted to respect my elders
I never could sleep easy with a fool on the loose
it is not very original or even close to traditional
when the top is down on the getaway car
midnight should never push couples into sex
but then again sex should stay as diverse as possible
I slipped across the border into Pasadena before sex got
real complicated and the cook headed for the hills before first
light could believe that the ingredients could turn sour
someone tried to push the menu on the innocent
without having anyone go green around the gills
I had expected good luck to give me a gaggle of braless customers
but it was always bowling for a six-pack that made me come up blindly naked
I pushed back at time as far as it would go
bending reality can be such a hoot in the noonday sun
with my sixth sake in hand, I counted all the orange ducks
that could fit in the backseat of a Sierra Madre hearse
before it could hurry into the slow lane of a lucky life
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