Jack of Legs
Robert Pollard
You came out of the shadow
Like a walking stick toward its prey
An eternity in the fraternity
Of long distance men
And we just smiled, face to face
With nothing great to say
I've seen your Mona Lisa
A stagehand filed an anonymous complaint
When you kicked over the jack of legs
The contents of the body, every prop in the play
Came crashing down and ruining the entire display
