go ye down into that land
you’ll wake more than the dogs my friend
you’ll wake until you’ve woke and then
you’ll wanna go to sleep again
i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i feel so goddam bad
i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i’m the worse thing ya ever had
walter whitman waldo seeking
confucion analectic reading
good men tore down cut and bleeding
things no one needs
and i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i feel so goddam bad
i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i’m the worse thing ya ever had
the multitudes contained in you
are surely marching two by two
into an ark, an unfortunate zoo
the flood comes soon
and i’m sorry
they greet me cosmopolitanly
a synthesis of many litanies
yall always knew i was a sucker for those things
i must learn my manners and my chinese PLEASE
i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i feel so goddam bad
i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i’m the worse thing ya ever had
ya deal with slaves
become withdrawn
and cease to keep on
keepin on
cut the tree
that grew the fruit
if i were you brother man
i’d salt them roots
i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i feel so goddam bad
i’m sorry
i’m sorry
i’m the worse thing ya ever had