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Friendly Visit, late night, 1997
CEE
Knocknocknock
We know you’re there,
We can hear your picture tube blinking
Knocknockahaircut--rap!rap!
You’re not fooling anyone
We’re bored, tonight
I guess you were, too
Heavy door unlatches as I pound
Clacking open, and we peer, kids at Santa,
You’re watching TV, back to us, I ask you
What’s your deal
Your deal is asleep
Passed out in your chair, glass near empty
Brubbie’s passed out on the couch
Hand firmly gripping
A full, unopened beer,
Brown punt flat to the floor
We call a bit to you both, but the Sandman’s
Gotcha
Sheepish, we herd ourselves out
Pull the unlocked door as tight as it’ll shut
A wandering criminal could just walk in
You might well be killed in your sleep
But, hey, your house and your privacy
I know how I get,
When someone wakes Me up
