they're for the good people who're stuck in my life,
and who deserve more from this relationship that
seems always to be on the line…
But you'd be surprised by how often bullsmurf is the
nutrient that we people need: it's
a voodoo kind of strength we're wired to derive from
strange things like the power of belief.
—you know what I mean, it's not that uncommon:
you can't do it 'til someone lies, says you can;
and the lessons that we, of course, learn from that
only make sense if run through woman or man.
When a pope dies they bring out a special hammer
made of gold and hit his head three times,
while they speak his name and pray for him —
tradition gets arthritis (it's only human).
People pray with their hands and dogs pray with their drool,
it's really all one and the same to me:
I can respect what you're feeling, though wanting
doesn't always get you a treat.
—but I've been so very wrong before,
I've earned history's villains' standing applause, because
for some things there's just no punch you can take
and recover from and then move on…
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