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Everything meticulous. Look at me.
Have you seen one thing that might be
even slightly defined as exciting or remotely conspicuous?
No. Do I look suspicious?
I’m a white man, 40 years old. So no.
I exploit this. Suburban camo, cops avoid this.
And I mastered the art. Never set myself apart.
I never get better than the mean average,
but I’m mean when it’s time to start.
Just look at my car. Drive by and forget.
Some kind of import, wasn’t it?
Quite quick with a favor. They call me a really good neighbor.
If you saw me mowing my lawn, you’d move right on
with a nod or a wave or maybe a chat.
But you’d keep it brief. I am so uninteresting.
That’s what I need you to think.
I stay sharp, don’t smoke. Don’t drink.
Don’t jeopardize my privacy.
I pull the shades down, I eat.

Lock the doors and close up all the curtains
I don't want them to know how I'm working
Flavor

I got this friend. Well, not really this friend but this guy I know.
Well, I don’t really know his name but I know where to go
and I know what to bring—one cooler and a band.
Knock three times, then scram. Lay low.
Don’t sit there wringing my hands.
Wait for the page. Get it.
Scram.

Pick it up—oh man, that’s nice.
Feel so heavy packed with ice.
This weight is reassuring. It’s great, my smile’s wide.
Slow gate, no need to hurry. At home, it’s piled high.
Open up, my eyes get massive. Dark red and lots of plastic.
Unzip it. Then sniff it. It’s fresh it smells fantastic.
I don’t know where he gets it, but he keeps his prices realistic.
It’s nice, it’s so consistent. Always finishes my list its
awesome. And so discreet. Let’s me hook up once a week.
Some are gamey, some are sweet.
Don’t complain, bon appétit!
I just love it, so unique. When I eat, I deeply think:
Who was this and who was that?
Lick the gristle, chew the fat.
Thick or slender, tough or tender,
every cut—it’s in the bag.
From the tongue to the lung, I’m no vegetarian.
Ground chuck, pot luck, seven courses—never one.
Off the grill, it’s a mess. Au jus—it tastes the best.
Though I only dine alone, I hope you’ll be my dinner guest.

Lock the doors and close up all the curtains
I don't want them to know how I'm working
Flavor
Standing over a stove, my reflection
Bits and pieces undergo convection
Flavor

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from Trash World, released June 1, 2018
Vocals by Wheelie Cyberman, Stenobot, Kester Limner
Lyrics by Wheelie Cyberman, Stenobot
Written and performed by Supercommuter
Produced by Tron Juan and Frank Ciampi

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Stenobot composes beats on a Game Boy. Wheelie Cyberman adds words. Tron Juan puts it all together.

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