text: Reba sink a boulder in the water
  Reba tie a cable to a tree
  Reba stuck in a game of lipstick perfume flypaper
  Reba press a razor to a slide cross a needle with a prune
  Knee deep in the motel tub
  Reba dangle ladle form her lip
  Dip
  Sip
  Reba babble to the nag with the lipstick perfume
  Mutter to a farmer in a truck
  Take a peek at the cheetah, Reba
  Cheetah on the prowl in a cage
  Sink a boulder in the water
  Tie a cable to a tree
  Mutter nature to the nag
  With the lipstick perfume
  Reba flush a fleshfarm leftover
  Thunder in a circle
  Down the pipes
  Bag it
  Tag it
  Sell it to the butcher in the store
  Reba put a stopper in the bottom of the tub
  Picked up a jar unscrewed the top
  And watched it drop into the water
  A little scoop of plaster mix
  Some coffee grounds and mud
  And then she stirred it with the ladle
  That her Grandmother had bought her
  Threw in a pot of melted wax
  A forefoot and a hoof
  Apple core, worms galore
  And a can of some corrosive
  Coconuts and chloroform
  Some wicker and some cork
  Toxic waste, some purple paste
  She hoped was not explosive
  Reba dip a ladle for a taste of her creation
  And she knew that what she made
  Would be the finest in the nation