shine too dirty?—no
problem—here's a misty,
guileless morning.
Taster, intellectualize
your hunger yet? If not, here's plenty
of hot coffee while you
think about that—
Merger, are you
feeling blind-
spotted? Congratulations—you now
are this traffic.
Still, you say it's
started raining?—look up!
to a roof—and the sweet smell of wet
woods ought to fix you.
But on top of that, okay, what's that? You say
today's your birthday? Rats! And
nothing's quite extra-
ordinary yet? Nonsense! Voila! Here's just
a taste—
it's a little Funky Cold
Medina—blasting at your gas station.