All these voices play in me

(Not to be confused with multiple personality

Or…maybe, to be

Or not)

 

 

Boulder told her

Told us all

Suzanne’s frozen

In us all

 

Jon Benet

Left the fray

Boulder told her

Y’all have to stay

 

Smokin that cheap beer

No fear

Kids no longer dear

Slurpin, burpin

At a quarter ’till three

 

Flaming rage

Up on the hill

Boulder’s finest

Feeling ill

We all wake up

Feeling ill

Where’s my pill

So I won’t feel

 

“Something strange is happening here

What it is ain’t exactly clear”

 

So much rage

So much sage

Sassafras tea

And murder me

 

Sinkin on a stinkin bubble

 

In alpine’s gate

We need a break

 

For mountain wonder

Makes you wonder

 

Hell, guess that’s why I live in the mountains