See the lines
Nightlines
Skylines
Borderlines
Coke lines
Power lines
Blood lines
Lines on your brow
Tripwires all
A concrete sponge
absorbs no water
but makes
one hell of a doorstop
So get your ducks in a row
Throwing stones over their little bebilled melons
Making them duck
Ducks in a row are ducks in a line
See the lines
Phone lines
Talking to ducking ducks on the phone
The duck phone
It's not the bat phone
But it will do the job in just the same way each time
Talk to duckman
The duckman can't talk to you right now
He's waiting in line,
to sing for his supper
So while he waits
He plays canasta with Elvis
whose hunger exceeds even his own
The carnivore duckman
The concrete sponge on his bill
absorbs his tears
How does it manage that anyway
They are not water but antifreeze
'cause somebody stole her nightgown
Her nightgown of down
Goosedown
The duckman is displeased
But takes no action
Remains motionless
Trapped by the concrete sponge on his bill
Behold the caged fury of the impotent duckman
And shudder at the realization
that someday he shall be free
and rip off his tux
After all
If you are no longer impotent,
why try to look that way?
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