Suckling on an unlit pipe
(Talk about your pipe dreams)
Drag a name all over the place
While you jolly at the screams
You ! Yes You !
You don't care anymore 

With creme in the corners of your mouth
You talk of trophies collected
About how you might be moving South 
As if Carpet baggers were superior
To white trash

In the labored book of pages
All the print has been pressed and
Preserved in numerical stages
"Pressed and Preserved"
Like the life of the rose
Bitter in decay