Peanut rides his bike around
The drive-in in the daytime
Bagging trash and hanging up
The speakers on their poles




When he finds a bottle
He imagines women drinking from it
What it looked like how it sounded
Trickling down their throats

Peanut has a brother, lost his father
Hardly sees his mother
Once a month he visits
At her trailer near the lake

Sometimes when it's not too humid
Chances are you'll catch him spearing
Shiners in the spillway
With a nail on a stick

Peanut knows a guy
His name is Mike he's not too bright
He says he'll suck you for a cigarette
Down underneath the bridge

The very though disgusts him
“I don‘t see how you could trust him,â€
He says, “If I get my pecker sucked
It sure won't be by him.â€