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A febrile shocking violent smack the children are hoping for a heart attack
tonight the windows are watching the streets all conspire
and the lampost can't stop crying
If I could fly high above the world
would i see a bunch of living dots spell the word stupidity?
Or would I just see hungry lover homicides loving brother suicides
and olly olly oxenfrees who pickaside and hide

The world is scratching at my door
My morning papers got the scores,
the human interest stories, and the obituary

Cockroach nape and rattling traps,
how many devils can you fit upon a match head?
Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat,
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

In my alley around the corner
there's a wino with feathered shoulders
and a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back.
There's a little kid and his family eating crackers like Thanksgiving
and a pack of wild desperadoes scornful of living

The world is scratching at my door
My morning papers got the scores, the human interest stories, and the obituary

Cradle for the cat, Wolfe looks back
how many angels can you fit upon a match?
I want to know why Hemmingway cracked
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

Life is the crummiest book I ever read, there isn't a hook, just a lot of cheal
shots
Pictures to shock and characters an amateur would never dream up

Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction