| I have seen the face of God
In the gun barrel, in the garbage dump,
In the tail-end of the garage,
Through the broken window on my old red Mercury
As viewed through sticky Coca-Cola glasses,
And the stinking way that skunks always look at it—
It's terrible, but it doesn't bother them
Or the politicians of this or any state.
And Jesus Constitution, It or He or She
Was never very happy with us, anyway—
But let's get on with it! |
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)