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Lyrics
Where
There Should Be Shame
Big
man flying on a little boy’s bike
Bahama blue blouse blowing unfurled
Rainbow flags ticker all his little spikes
There
are only bright colors in his world
Flowing
mane-like mullet follows him
Wheelies show him off the rim
Too tan tight skin shines as self-spoof
Taught chin up soaks sun and looks
Mobtexting
Newest
type of network fad
Tweets criminals not nerds
Luring Facebook friends arrive
A vandalizing herd
Gang
war more efficient now
That email’s in the hood
If only their technology
Could clean up all the blood
Play
Children
of the cleverest kind
Listen still and wait
No parents on this playground
Candies
for the take
We
live like on vacation
The monkey bars abound
While parents look the other way
We
keep our childhood sound
Other
Dark
Why
the night?
In simple black
Or grey to fabriced light?
Why the plight?
The ones over others
In blackness night?
Say the others in whitey white
The black is blacker here
More
than any other fear
No
Dessert
I
feel like a glass of wine
Poured to show one’s taste
The cup that keeps me whole
Just
holds me for a while
I
feel like a tabled meal
Complete but soon devoured
The
knife placed at my side
Is not there to protect me
You
Call It
I
don’t know what you know
I
thought I knew you better
I don’t know what to do now
I don’t know if it matters
I don’t know why
But you do
Succumb
Succumb
with them
To the other side
Cross the boundary
Lock the fence behind
Hold
the darkness in my arms
Take
me by the feet
Distant
image
Shadow figures
Lost in the gray
Foggy
light
Changing
course on the lost
Sextons
on the fritz
Flashlight
beacon
Reminds me of you
Gleaming warning
Reminds me of you
Rock
wreck crashes before
Random
Power
Not
knowing what you think you’ll jam
Will lead you where you want to go
And release you from the stilted plan
And
let organic grow
Divest
the urge to stop the flow
Avoid all rules, all the tap-in
Let the innate tell and show
And
let it simply happen
Courtesy
Flush
I
don’t give a shit about you
Quit
That’s
a beautiful thing, but
That’s
a pretty thing I doubt
That’s
a smarter thing I avoid
That’s
the sort of thing I leave behind
Shore
it up for another time
Pack it down your done now
Someone
else will take care of it
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