UPLIFT SWEET SOUL AND LEARN TO TAKE

Four walls do not a prison make;
they seem more like a birthday cake!
"Four walls, these walls, these four" I say
they feel more like a holiday.
To have your sex with other men
who later stab you with a pen!
Or be the kind of prison bard
who throws his urine at the guard!
Four walls! Four walls! A lovely gift!
They cause the sweet soul to uplift.
Uplift sweet soul! And learn to take
...four walls do not a prison make.

SLEEP WALKING THROUGH THE EVENING NEWS

A country's junk...the low gas!,
the bald tire!

Pursuant to a cigarette and beer
...the evening news!

Where a nightmare unravels with its fire.
A bomb with all our names...a burning fuse!

I am too drunk with dull fatigue!,
too sick with smoke
to really care.

I cull the dry dust of my past
...go outside and sniff the breeze.

A pretty symphony by Greig
awaits me up the stair
...and I follow the hairline of my ease
when things get deep.

Oh drunk and lovely deed
...you never touch me anywhere
except within the recess of my sleep.

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