You feed me gerber
Buckets on will call
I am vulcanized in speech
A stallion locked in stall

Never greatly wised
Dependent on settled dust
You twist hair and screws
Displaying skin and fuss

You have queued and propended
Laid out all the plan "B's"
Covered the coins of cost
Turn to rub knees

You know it's only begun
Don't luck up
Comes the crack of gun