Stringers

Bumpers shape the plane and pepper the scene Archive for the public to feed They'll give them substance to eat Twisted metal frame, anonymous name For a buck they'll come face to face And hope their footage gets claimed But he's not a beast, He's a stringer Peels onto the grass and runs to his trunk An open fair is spilling with drunks He turns and tells him good luck Scrawny strangers bow, condemned to the house Neighbors on the street look around Caching in what he found But he's not a beast, He's a stringer --- Stringers - Momma