One Hundred Things

Poorly

You're more than poorly Jimmy

More than that

Worse than that

This is a case of photographs

Smudged and dropped and laughed at

Here's some things that came in post

Letters never sent but wrote

Shelves of books not opened

Browsed in and bored you

Unlocked things that should have been fastened down

To be burned

To be burned Jimmy

To be gone forever

So you're

Down town raking bins

Through carry outs and skins

To find the hundred things that led you here

So you're

Down town raking bins

Through carry outs and skins

To find the hundred things that led you here

Long night walking hills

Scratched and cut

Bruised and hurt

With all your tension and your guilt

Stories of the beer and care and speed you spilled

Pleased at your speaking

Worried by the content

About this love and this land and this firmament

Forgotten how to dream

Started just to scream

Forgotten to return

To return Jimmy

To fight your way back

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Tired

Well I'm tired too Jimmy

More than that

I'm angry at that

Well now that I'm finished

This small town world seems so much bigger

It didn't seem important then

Between jobs and flags and parliaments

But our small time world seems bigger

And maybe more worth fighting for

Maybe at the heart of things

They'll be clowns

And we'll be kings

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