ABOUT 1888
I wasn't born into this; for
me it's always been less a
reward and more a sucker's
game. Sucker's dilemma,
sucker's trap. All the good
deals had already left by
stagecoach, about 1888.
There was never much
to do about that; I had to
just go along - agreeing
to match-point, or singing
the words to the song.
-
As it was presented to me?
Chords and shifts and tenor?
As weak as I was, I tried
staying strong, and I often
wondered if anyone could
see me. I'd rather have a
spittoon than a car that
talks to me.
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