describing yourself as a used machine
is a great way to get on with the
authorities, Ethyl
 she sighs and sips
he doesn't want to know your life's history,
you know, just because he followed you
a whole block
 she pounds a fist on hard wood
 "umm... eight-five... ish?" she recalls
that's not a slight infraction, Ethyl.
did you let him see your Wilde eyes?
did you tell him where you'd been?
did he test you Ethyl? did he test you?
 my court date is next Thursday.