JEREMIAD
Bob Dylan looked like peanut butter and
John Corzine had just had his car crash.
Clouds were in the front seat, tough he was
in the rear. There were cops all around like
it was some state emergency. When even
the Governor breaks the law, then I know
it's cool with me. Seat-belts anyone? The
nice hostess was asking what more we might
want. 'People accuse me, people accuse me,
people accuse me of wanting to be free...'
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