She’s taking bets,Before she heads out,What’s up? Going up? Or you coming down,Maybe coming round… To feel the ground… She’s taking bets,And heading out of town, Umbrellas and fellers,An exploding scene, A jerk too clean, Maybe the weather,An angels featherA boson, a post on,The Internet of always,Or legs for daysTime telling upon your face,And gravity’s…