HAZELTINE TASTES
LIKE METAL
LIKE METAL
It used to be they'd say - when someone
was angry - he or she was 'mad enough
to spit nails.' Now, did you ever? What
the heck did that even mean? No one
now, in their right mind, would think
of such a thing. They'd call for a doctor
first, or talk this crap out, or get carted
away in a jacket with tied sleeves.
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I can remember all these things because
I went straight (speaking of strait) to the
Devil myself, long ago, back when I
was apt to spit nails about lots of things,
and the everyday ones too. But that's
all over now. These days, I just sit
it all down, and read another book.
I don't do nothing for the fiddler;
that way I don't have to pay the
fiddler for nothing too.
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