CANDYLAND DON'T LIE
They come out of the rafters, those bugs with
fearsome, screaming eyes, headed right for my
face - Candyland don't lie, and neither do I.
I walk alone, and a'feared of everything else :
never walk beneath a tree when there's a wind
blowing, never drink water from an open fountain,
never play catch with a stranger. Well, maybe that
last one's not so important. But. Mark my words -
if those pandering black guys in Washington Square
Park who play chess on those corner tables all day
day long - if they get your eye, run home.
Candyland don't lie, and neither do I.
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