No more magic, no more saxophones
A broken window recites a poem
But syllables leave me cold
And meter is a listless ode
No more kaddish only bits of bone
I couldn't tell you why people still mourn
And moan at night, there's nothing wrong
Please stop crying and just go home
A clutzy smile on a splintered door
Yammers phony stories of an unfought war
Drunken rabbits nod and snore
Then grunt awake and drink some more
A blue coat hangs on a muddy oar
Tap shoes talk on a busted floor
I'm really cold and my feet are sore
Come back Gary, let's start over
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