When in doubt take a tagger and shoot it straight into its mouth
And make music with the words that come from that
I have written stories that have stirred even a hard rock man
into tears... like a river, he weeps and I
sing, I sing because I hear the wind
and it lulls me in-
My throat is deep and shallow too
my words are empty crosses with
stick like figures, tears
like rain water fill
the buckets, filled like mother's breast
Milk from heaven
My mouth is yet in pain-
Wisdom is in yesterday's reports
and he cries, cries in vain
in vain he cries
Do close up shop
Do pull the curtains down
The show is over
Whoever said a rock can sing
Whoever said that?
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