Letter to an Astronaut Named Kryle
So i guess the old dog was a little dry but thats why
im holding ol’ no.7 cause its the lucky number, not like umbrellas
some harry guy sittin on the curb smokin a pint told me once or twice
that they were nothin but trouble and i should keep walking
Shows what he knows! i was walking home last night and got hit in the face by a german shepard! Ha! some luck....
i swear i wasnt hittin the sauce,
went to the Gladesville factory to fix that
headache straight 'way, place is a shit show
lemme tell ya! O and i forgot to mention
there was a phone call, someone looking
for his wit? musta left it somewhere.
yours truly
abby normal
