The Charleston Screw
Dangle you off the tallest building there is down by the shoreline I says we should do with ya. Turn Myrtle beach into Murder beach for a couple minutes, you wouldn’t hear a thing but just the freelance saxophone players on the board walk that rebel against jazz by playing country rock songs. You’re doing the ole run around with excuses every confrontation I have with you. I haven’t been able to get a word in but the sweat stains must allude to the previously said rangement. Your gloves and boots are overworked, they worn out. You can’t give loans to the people who are born here; all the people born who have names here leave then come back. It’s a scam, a scheme that is artificial like Charleston chew. I got screws on my foot, I can’t get from step 4 to 8 without a weep. I took a beat but only my money making feet was targeted like I was taking a hold from Ricky Morton. I was the best in town when I got down, got the better of who was around. I should have known, the same man asking for an allowance is not a sane man. Behind the breaking of my foot was the intention of stalling for more time. This ain’t slow me down from tracking you down but I do need a new profession, i’ll drag this foot around town. I don’t believe in being bedridden, that should be a sickness. I had a fever that could warm a canned soup, the soul in me didn’t let my skin stick to the leather couch that I sleep on once again. With a dented foot in a red wagon off I go to find the sucker that won’t pay me. It’s not about the money at this point, I led ya a hand and you take it like I got more than two hands. I’m no squid but the ink has ran dry! The slimeball can’t be far, we can cross off the historic tours and museums. If you seen what he looks then you’d tell that he can’t give a damn about the historic sites. One sight of the cannons and he’ll try to fuck it, security would have to drag him from his porcelains before he mounts. I swear if I catch him on a boat ride, i’m taking that boat for a ride down under. The whole boat going down, life preserver or not. I’ll dress in a shark suit so I can get a less sentencing, who doesn’t love a classic Jaws attack? That should be the new normal, a man in a shark suit in the water just rocking the boat back and forth. It’s like one of those dinner and a show deals at the fancy movie theaters, some of them have balconies. I don’t know what goes on during boat rides, it’s pretty suspicious. Everyone can be fucking each other on there, for days the ship has a shrimp aroma that blends in with the seas. It also can just decide to go missing whenever it wants to, maybe the captain’s wife got piped down by the busboy and he didn’t like it so the whole ship went down. Anyways, where do scum go at this hour of the day? I say maybe the gambling center, the mecca of lost and found funds. It stinks in here and we haven’t hit the horse racing yet, hard days work it smells like. Had to ditch the red wagon cause the metal detector wouldn’t allow it, I wish I still had it. I feel like everyone here is not keen on losing their spot; they must hand out complementary catheters so no one soils themselves. Right on cue, there he is! The zig zag wanderer himself, in his signature racecar red and whites. The nightcrawler is watching the horses like a creep, no blinking. I’ll let the kid live for a bit more or until he the fumbling of funds kicks in again and has to leave, i’ll be waiting in the parking lot with my red wagon.