oh my word, how they sally
sallying like wild nudists,
charles manson has this song about a black pirate
a black pirate lives in this one corner of charles manson's mind
charles in the corner, smiling like a burning bush
holding a tiny black pirate
cupped in his manson palms
30 years after the murders,
charles manson is in this corner
glowering at the old hippies
"that shit
god dammit that shit
fucked the counterculture"
my dad used to say when he was drunk,
dad the drunk hippy vet
in his corner crushing a tiny charles manson
in his freddy palms
my mom used to say
she would go in my dads pockets
and find secret candy wrappers
secret snacking dad,
secret snacking daddy a-wanderin'
"everyone has their secrets"
mom smiled and said
i used to walk around looking up
and wonder what else dad had in those pockets
you dont see the shit on the ground
so you sometimes step
in it
in the shit
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