Peanut rides his bike around   The drive-in in the daytime   Bagging trash and hanging up   The speakers on their poles      When he finds a bottle   He imagines women drinking from it   What it looked like, how it sounded   Trickling down their throats      Peanut has a brother, lost his father   Hardly sees his mother   Once a month he visits   At her trailer near the lake      Sometimes when it?s not too humid   Chances are you?ll catch him spearing   Shiners in the spillway   With a nail on a stick      Peanut knows a guy   His name is Mike, he?s not too bright   He says, he?ll suck you for a cigarette   Down underneath the bridge      The very thought disgusts him   ?I don?t see how you could trust him?   He says, ?If I get my pecker sucked   It sure won?t be by him?