TOYSTORE

On the day that i was born i got into a fight.
My mama called the doctor.
And my daddy got uptight.
There i was already misunderstood.
Oh i crawled out of the window and i hit the road for good.
Yea, i musta crawled forever deep into the night.
‘Til, i saw this building with artificial light.
i went up to the entrance.
Threw a brick right through the door and i walked in unencumbered to the toy store…

i saw this shopping cart go flyin’ doin ninety down the aisle.
Yea, it was Cassady pushing Kerouac in true, Dean Moriarty style.
Yes, uh, Eve was playing with a slinky.
Cain and Abel had a fight.
i saw Houdini playing Twister with Ayn Rand and Frank Lloyd Wright.
Jack the Ripper was with a stripper.
They were playing Operation.
Yes, but, Ghandi wasn’t there yet.
No, he was in some other incantation.
Yes, Rodan was into Playdough.
Dali’s Aunt Farm was intact.
Yes, and Vincent had the 64 Crayolas with the built-in sharpener on the back.
Well, Hemingway had a pop gun over by the fish and pets.
Yes, and Edgar Allen was in the corner with his Creepy Crawler Set.
i found Bukowski in the bathroom.
He had a woman in the stall.
Yea, he was drunk on Mr. Bubble and writing “fuck you” on the wall.
Yea, Mussolini had the guns and the tanks and little plastic army men and all, yes, but Hitler forgot about the army for his perfect Ken and Barbie Dolls.
Aristotle was with a model.
They were sniffing airplane glue.
Yes, and Galileo found a ladder and dropped basketballs on Tarzan’s shoes.
Charles Manson was just dancin’ while jesus mopped the floor.
Bob Dylan walked in with a tambourine and said “Yes, I’ve had this dream before.”…’bout the toy store.