Skit Scat

I am a fine gin and

an apartment overlooking the

lake (ocean?). Take a

rifle to the bathtub and

cozy up to homemade drugs

(alcohol?), a vibrator and

a pin cushion (a vibration

in a pin cushion?).

My hat on your mantle and

your checkers in my oven

tell the tale of days

spent in the cow pasture.

Tell your grandmother I'll be

late for Christmas dinner but

I'll come dressed in my

Sunday best. Rearrange the

flower arrangement on my

grave and set out a

plate of pancakes for the

postman, an orange for the

milkman. Borrow my

grandfather's pilot's hat,

but cover your

eyes at takeoff.