November - Rubblebucket

Fanciness worn on the sleeve of a slum

Goes running forlorn from your fingers and thumbs

Mingles with stars from your teeth and your gums

Withering grass and a vacancy drum

Branches and horns growing peaches and plums

Dress it up so fancy, dress it up so nice

Never get it dirty, shine it up so bright

Tangled in bells and a wrapper inside

Fiberglass shells separate and divide

Pearls in a snail leaving inches of slime

In a delicate way having something to hide

Your handcrafted pit and your factory shine

Dress it up so fancy, dress it up so nice

When you get it dirty, leave it all behind