A Verbal Fig Leaf · Track 38 · middle
Sweater Puppies
Sweater Puppies (1990s) — ⭐ Elliot's keeper — and he was right. It's the last one with a JOKE in it: soft, absurd, faintly affectionate. The final flourish before the algorithm arrives. VOLUME: IV. THE LOCKER ROOM, 1900–1999. THE DODGE THIS ERA: The dodge stops being clever. Nobody is hiding from God or the parlour now — they're avoiding MIXED COMPANY, and the wit drains out. These are funny the way a nudge is funny. That's the point: the invention is going, and this volume should feel a bit dumber than the last on purpose. Sing the AVOIDANCE, never the anatomy.
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Lyrics
[Verse 1] The heating hasn't started in the breakroom yet. She’s standing by the cooler in a heavy weave. The jaw locks up before the brain can spot the threat, And scrambles for a phrase that I can safely leave. I elbow you across the beige Formica desk, To pass the only currency that we possess. [Chorus] Look at the sweater puppies. Restless in the cable-knit. Fighting for some room inside the wool. It isn't poetry, I will admit. But it's the only code the room can pull. Two little terrors jumping by the seam, Hidden completely, begging to be seen. [Verse 2] My grandfather had fifty different names for it, A silver-plated arsenal of careful charm. But I just have a nudge, a stupid little bit, A frantic kind of scratching at my own right arm. The Motorola pager vibrates on my hip, I keep my voice down in the Friday morning rush. I choose the cartoon mascot, the arrested quip, Because a sharper word would be too much to touch. [Chorus] Look at the sweater puppies. Restless in the cable-knit. Fighting for some room inside the wool. It isn't poetry, I will admit. But it's the only code the room can pull. Two little terrors jumping by the seam, Hidden completely, begging to be seen. [Bridge] If I were brave, I wouldn't need the petting zoo. I wouldn't wrap the observation up in cloth. But there are colleagues listening, the coffee's new, You pick the dumbest animal to stave it off. You strip the beauty out to keep the phrasing light, And keep the barking safely out of mind. [Outro] Down the linoleum. Safe in the acrylic blend. Just a couple of strays... Waiting for the punchline to descend. And the fabric settles.