the next act
broadway dave and his magical hand-dancing
and saunter off to the toilet
there on the lid of the toilet
is this white thing
i'm thinking it's a crack rock
and i pick it up with my fingers
like it's some delicate china
and nibble on the end to see
if it numbs me or what
and i realize it's a piece of grout
that fell out of the wall
in this laboratory of science
and some of my tooth
chips off as i flush...didn't even pee
and rush to the stage to introduce
the banjo player from some other town
who played it raw and real
his teeth were chipped too.