Far past parables
the hammer and the axe
whatever's falling
guess even gravity slacks
however tossed that bed of tacks
always one that sticks
and I'm too tired now
to kick against the pricks
guess I was going to write
500 cheerful songs
Did I tell you cats the one
about clanging gongs
did I tell you the one
about the solipsistic trap
or the hundred pound barrel
and about two fifty of crap
however tossed that bed of tacks
always one that sticks
and I'm too tired now
to kick against the pricks
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