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another new peice. wrote this pretty late...lemme know what you think.


the holy men play in Washington Square
and the pious work from nine to five
but the rest of us are poor and bored
and lucky were still alive
so dress me in the robes of savior's souls
and put me on parade
where a thousand armies are children again
and sell beads and bread by trade
lets split the sea of people on main street
bathe in unearned applause
you can tell a man he's living wrong
without showing him his flaws
ill write a book of nonsense lines
a poets purposed lies
kindest thoughs of blacker days
handsome words to live by


C4C as always, space cadets
~b