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a poem, a gun (fuck a bank)

from a poem, a gun by barely free

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fuck a bank

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falling asleep on the couch again
cleaned today and cooked
overlooked stress, caught-up on a book
G left
didn't wanna say goodbye
a good lie she told me when she said goodbye
she thought i was lost while i was lost
in a loss of a thought
inside
joke
outside job
an additional edition of a mouthwide mob
spellable-syllables symbolizing my couch-time nod
thinkin: about-time snobs
eating at high-priced jobs
and night-side robs
by polite-plight squads
pile-drivin deadly-alive in a nineteen-ninety-five dodge
durango
with two strange-o's
eatin twice-dried mangoes
burn the rich outta perfect-nice-guy-plain-clothes
or stay slow
don't believe what i say
cause i stay at hard angles
i know angels
who believe in angels
rain knowledge like a saint loser double rainbow
iS it sane? no
but who got the say-so
eat right keep writin at nite
speak in-sight, cre-ate flow
live from too-late state row
fuzz-shake snakes though
distorted break beats deep keeps me in shape
it goes:
fuck a bank
and farmiceutical thunk-tanks
kkkapitalism iS unsafe
there's no-one Great
solution
but we gotta start somewhere
a poem, a gun
there's no room for un-Care

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from a poem, a gun, released January 29, 2011
rooster doctor melvin bernstein - vocals, words, electribes, samples
proletarian - theremin, analog delay
dj deep breathely - production
nature boy - production

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barely free St Louis, Missouri

collective of musicians based in St. Louis, MO.
email us at burningthecassette@gmail.com
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