in a Saint's gown
as I am a sinner
through and through,
just like the bullets that
killed King and Kennedy
but were they Saints too?
I walk along the edge
trippin' and slippin'
yet know what to do
when it's my time to sing,
rocking back in the blues;
finger pointing,
face slapping,
clown attitude dude I was
until I asked my
points-of-view and they
had none to offer me;
sunshine fairy tales
float down the street
very close to where I live
and realize it is time
to leave my residence to
avoid any extraditions.
16Sept14
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