Yolk Buns U.S.A
Yolk Buns U.S.A
Wiping the sweat off his face
Looking at
Reading a book of one of his forefathers
Picking the wings of dead insects out of his teeth
Combing back his hair glazed like a donut
Blinks away high in the air
Sonic screams of high art everyday
Yolk Buns U.S.A
Yolk Buns walking in circles
Shouting at him before