Exit Strategy
Fade the maze-daze blues
Paid my rat race dues
Impulses i’ve calmed
late,
and collected-
mixed bag of nuts
from the men who dared
test
my crazy
Toss it down
the highest staircase
my short legs can climb
Feel the burn
Have a laugh
Take a bow
Tumble away, my darlings
Snap out of it
Pager buzzing in your pocket
Table is ready-
the new you is waiting
Your memory must be erased
again and your wig is crooked
A tequila sunrise will set you straight
Now,
take the elevator back down,
you dumb bitch
Horror Sleaze Trash 