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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Aug 22 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.22.21.20.1289]] |
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Call me a Schlemiel Obsessed with a single minded passion To wreak vengeance on the whale In much the same old fashion I wearily set my sail Pursuing you across the plains Through deserts heat and wind The waters of East Texas rain The hail I cannot fend I shall not die like Ahab No line will hold me now What you are now cannot be had My conscience spoke just now Letting go is hard for us But this one has to die Too many harpoons, along with lies Whirlpools across the bow So let the boy cry 'thar she goes' I cannot dare give way I fixed what I had broken There's no more left to say You've always found a sucker man To bleed until he's dry And then, morose, you up and ran And left all five to cry I shed no tears for you today The service was quite short You're nothing but a throwaway An empty whore in port |