Vericose Veins br are eating her legs br like worms in the rain br climbing her neck. br br She once was a woman br fair to be seen br now is a woman br in covered gangrene. br br Her eyes are like a fire br which used to be a flame br until shorted by a wire br from a crashing aeroplane br br Her neck is obtuse br like a cut jelly bean br and her toes are as curled br as a spun metal beam br br Her pants are the hue br of the dirt found in dust br with a brown soiled view br of the backside of her bust br br Often when I think, br of this once beauty queen br who now tends to stink br like an old salad green br br I wonder to myself br how my end will be br And drink another beer br While smoking a tree.