A febrile shocking violent smack
And the children are hoping for a heart attack
Tonight the windows are watching
The streets all conspire
And the lampost can't stop crying

If I could fly high above the world
Would I see a bunch of living dots
Spell the word stupidity?
Or would I just see hungry lover homicides
Loving brother suicides
and olly olly oxenfrees, who pickaside and hide

The world is scratching at my door
My morning papers got the scores
The human interest stories
And the obituary

c___roach nape and rattling traps
How many devils can you fit upon a match head?
Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

In my alley around the corner
There's a wino with feathered shoulders
And a spirit giving head for crack
And he'll never want it back
There's a little kid and his family eating
Crackers like Thanksgiving
And a pack of wild desperadoes scornful of living

The world is scratching at my door
My morning papers got the scores
The human interest stories
And the obituary

Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back
How many angels can you fit upon a match?
I want to know why Hemmingway cracked
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

Life is the crummiest book I ever read
There isn't a hook
Just a lot of cheap shots
Pictures to shock and characters
An amateur would never dream up

Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

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