rip that
shirt
see the yellow eyes
the caked and dry mouth
A man stands
on one foot
another rubs his stomach
a third hides
the fourth plays the banjo
Obama is king
the black man rises
the crackhead midget jingles his change
She repeats slowly suggestively
Everything is going to be ok
but he is gone
and was never here
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