like a nuclear arms race

stick it up my arm

like a shot dog

i'm running wild

like a feral hog

aiming my nose

where the white wind blows

all the time non-stop

over the big top

preparing to eat

while worshiping at your feet

counting your toes

so everybody knows

the smile on your face

like a nuclear arms race

is expensive but a steal

hiding what you might reveal

beneath your hair

and looking everywhere

with my eyes

i see lipstick and lies.