Suddenly sparks flake off the wall

And sprinkle cinnamon in the sunlight.

They fade before touching the ground

Where a rug of gray hair and

Strawberry jelly hits the kitchen floor,

Only it’s not Smuckers

Unless that’s the name of the squirrel.

They normally don’t glitter as much

But I was crazy this time!

I threw em’ as hard as I could,

Quarters and such

Whatever was in my pocket.

I’m never gonna get this blood off my shoes

And I just bought these brand new.

Awww… what the hell, that squirrel deserved to die,

Playing comacazy with his friends on the roadside.

Still I hate to see em’ suffer so I had to use my sneaker

And a good part of my Quadricep muscle.

And just like that shoe-to-skull impact,

Something the same,

Inside my floor to ceiling

Chest cavity;

Agitated and begging

For a second drive by.

And you where so kind;

Kind enough to put your foot down.

Just like Smuckers here

And just like that new pair

Of tennis shoes,

The ones that smell real nice,

The ones with the new tread,

That never miss a step…