I could regale you with tales of puppy dogs Painted with matching little argyll vests And Kodachrome sunsets snapped long ago Darkness and dust settling on a fading lake
I could detail for you leatherette chairs In rows beneath the television on the wall Facing old women shrieking in HD And years-old magazines that no one reads
A door opens to a whiff of germicide My name is called β and thereβs no place to hide!