Lonely at Arby’s
Sacred water in my plastic cup
Outback the moo cows moo
Their heads they sever
No I would never
Behead a moo cow for you
Give me health food and crates of oranges
Still the roast beef I swallow down
In a gay plastic room
Which they sweep and broom
In a mall just by my town

I like the way this is poignant and then suddenly brash, like a sudden touch of ordinariness after the tiptoe-ing.
Thank you for your intelligent analysis.
woah + wow. i had never heard of jean tinguely, just looked him up. i’m honored tobe mentioned in any way related to him (something like that.) thanks again so much for your responses.
I love how this collapses in on itself. It reminds me Jean Tingeley sculptures.
Absurd! I love it 🙂