Johnny White

It's a Johnny White blight in here.
These sheep roll the way, then that.

Too large a room to sleep in.
A poor imitation of liquor waffling

on the signposts, you sigh and I know
what you mean. You mean to me

that chewing and spitting. That guy spat,
at the corner of 1st and Mountain, you said it was one

love. Your voice shook intolerably
on the wet rafters. It was just one

famous person singing others.
They call those covers this.