HALF EMPTY-HEADED IDAHO
It's a choice, it's a choice, America.
The garbage men go out on strike
or the railroad men go out on strike,
Either way, it doesn't matter to a rover.
No garbage left behind, and no rail
tracks to go over. Tramp, tramp,
tramp, the bums are marching.
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Just last week was Thanksgiving
Day, and I took a 150-mile trip just
to say : Hi, how are you, well I guess
I'm feeling fine. No it's all forgotten
already and I feel like I never left
for anything at all.
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The last word about anything is never
the really last word - everyone's got
something to add. It's how sisters aid
brothers and friends aid their lovers.
The hovering ghost of that last-week's
turkey never meant to be that at all.
Nothing wants to be powerless like
that, especially in half-empty headed
Idaho!
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