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she, she’s just a picture
and the reason is so small

she and i, we could’ve built home

but she’s just a picture, and
four walls don’t make home
how i dream they could

how i day-dream and night-scream
for Mercy’s Song, to come tip my prideful chest
so that i can finally get on my knees, and beg
for mercy, in song

because though she’s just a picture
and her dimensions so small
she’s big! she only responds to song

how i loved that

how she loved song, and
smiled tall, and danced
corners away yet felt like home

how we curved and felt like song
she and i, we could’ve built home

how i walked away for what feels so small

if you so needed it, i’d write you a love poem
that’d make the infatuation for shorelines look like nothing

but you don’t, and i shouldn’t
write four sure lines when i’m so ambivalent

her daddy got a big, bad, cane
her mommy, says she’s, the family’s trash
a family blows, i stay at the corner
she is living in and out of tune

hey you!
you’re losing, you’re losing, you’re losing, you’re losing,
you’re vitamin C!

hey you!
you’re boozing, you’re roofing, you’re shooting, you’re bruising
your legs! you fell!

and at christmas abiding by her testimony
or he’s upsetting her bed instead
a family blows, i stay at the corner
she is living in and out of tune

hey you!
you’re losing, you’re losing, you’re losing, you’re losing
your blood and teeth!

hey you!
you’re using, you’re fooling, you’re looting, you’re eluding
yourself! so well!

i want to regret leaving you
like childhood

like rwanda, like kenya
like texas, like georgia
like new york

like a lifetime spent in toronto
dancing

Sugar Man, won’t you hurry
‘cos i’m tired of figurines
for a loved life, won’t you rid me
of these drunkard silent screams

silver magic ships you carry
jumpers, coke, sweet mary jane

Sugar Man, i will lose friends
‘cos the edge i do know
lost my heart, but i found it
on a minefield and i’ll explode

silver magic ships you carry
jumpers, coke, sweet mary jane

Sugar Man, you’re the answer
overlapped with utter fear
Sugar man, i am leery
of the salts of my peers

Sugar Man, Sugar Man, Sugar Man, Sugar Man
Sugar Man, Sugar Man, Sugar Man

Sugar Man, won’t you hurry
‘cos i’m tired of figurines
for a loved life, won’t you rid me
of these drunkard silent screams

silver magic ships you carry
jumpers, coke, sweet mary jane

Sugar Man, i will lose friends
‘cos the edge i do know
lost my heart, but i found it
on a minefield and i’ll explode

silver magic ships you carry
jumpers, coke, sweet mary jane

Sugar Man, you’re the answer
overlapped with utter fear

how i wish i could write you a therapy so plain
that could hold you dear, maybe, from going insane
that could seize you and school you and ease the pain
of your ruthless and pointless knowledge

the moment of your death will catch someone, by surprise
you will cause a heartbeat to skip

and i know that’s enough
think of it this way

your very existence is foreordained palpitation
your birth, you winning the race

so breath, catch your breath

there’s a man who lives in timbuktu. his name’s tim buktu. and he’ll outdo timbuk’ too.
tim has low iq. his shoes are, yes, see-through, and his car’s not new.

but pay close attention to tim’s chipped bucktooth, it says he’s a man, a man too.
pay close attention to tim’s tattoo, it says he’s a man. yes, a man too.
so, please, fuck you.