2003-08-03 - 6:55 a.m.
evasive moves are not my style
I'm not the kind to run
manipulation won't beguile
the freak -- I've just begun
I can't heal this society
but love them one by one
except for impropriety
we all might get this done
as we remember Babel
and the only fight we won
was the plunge into the rabble
of the wayward outlaw run
so I know where you are coming from
dear slayer with no gun
it's down to you or me
(your inner animal is dumb
it cannot talk or hear or see
it led you here into my trap
where you will soon be stunned
by the finger -- knuckle rap
death defiant, non-compliant power of the One)
so just poetically
that you would come to me
I guess we'll have to wait and see
what the outcome it will be
meanwhile I'll attend to this
the inner parts worth keeping
be rid of all the blood and piss
and fissures that are seeping
fresh wineskins for the new brew
and a keg of anti-voodoo
I'll be waiting here for you
across the line the fight club drew
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