Bag it

Toss my salad to enter the palace of impossible sculpture

If you look up at the sky you’ll see upside down vultures

If you put on the binoculars and stare at a brick wall you’ll see culture

I can’t fault her, the gal is just stupidly curious

I’m furious. Furiously in love.

The mountains are not even rough, no rock is found jagged

I told Kurt Warner: Bag it