[There are two ways maybe four there are]
There are two ways maybe four there are
two ways of seeing one way maybe
not our way maybe the boss’s way maybe the boss is
right maybe we are wrought
wrong ruined maybe the boss knows
the boss is god is good and we are
made to be maids maybe the boss knows
why the storm makes the sky look
like a toilet flushing why the twisting sky today
looks like someone like us should
mop it up why a twister in the sky mistakes
a cross on a steeple for an X
to hit why a town named Joplin has rain like javelins
and humans scattering why
the boy was sucked right out the roof
of the car like a root 
[The boss rises up the boss keeps her job]
[Once the boss fired a twin the twin was torn in]
[Some days one day every day I am over like the]
[There are two ways maybe four there are]