MADMAN MERCHANT
I am the madman merchant and all I can see are
troubling times : wars and mass confusion,
perversion and prevarication. I can make
a mint, I'm sure. You sell the lies right back
to the liars once it's been proven they buy
anything. No one knows the difference, and no
one cares. I don't even need packing material.
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If this was Georgia, I'd be peachy keen. As it
is it's Utah in my mind and I'm a busy bee.
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Look how they love all this : the Tribeca Film
Fest crowd just pawing at each other's stampeding
glamor - those woman in lacy frills, those men
and their high, suede shoes. I'm so tired of drinking,
but I know I can sell them back these empties. I know
I can do that again. It's as endless as it's easy.
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