Dan VS Egg

Dan ​VS. ​egg. ​It’s ​not ​that ​hard ​to ​get. There’s ​Dan ​seated ​there ​with ​the ​egg ​at ​a ​6-sided ​table ​(and ​the ​table’s ​not ​set) Under ​the ​violent ​moon, ​I ​guess ​they’ll ​be ​starting ​soon. He ​writes ​me ​a ​note, ​it ​says ​“please ​enclose ​a ​Hanna-Barbera ​cartoon” “Are ​you ​gonna ​fight ​it?” “I ​don’t ​know” Or ​is ​it ​more ​a ​mind ​thing? ​Keen ​to ​see ​where ​all ​this ​goes A ​TV ​set ​inside ​plays ​“Hawaiian ​Eye” I ​wish ​I ​could ​tell ​Dan ​good ​luck, ​but ​I ​fear ​that ​too ​much ​time ​has ​ticked ​by We ​wear ​a ​face ​the ​same; ​a ​smile ​but ​deep ​in ​pain For ​the ​chairs ​have ​a ​press-stud, ​but ​it ​always ​undoes So ​we ​sit ​on ​the ​cold ​wire ​frame “Are ​you ​gonna ​fight ​him?” “I ​don’t ​know” Or ​is ​it ​like ​a ​mind ​sting, ​wonder ​how ​this ​will ​go “How ​you ​gonna ​find ​him?” “I ​don’t ​know!” Or ​is ​it ​more ​reminding, ​revealing, ​revolting? “No.” Oh! ​Dan ​is ​egg. This ​is ​how ​it ​goes He ​leans ​in ​and ​rubs ​his ​finger ​back ​and ​forth ​under ​his ​nose The ​end. (dan ​is ​also ​egg)