The Best Loved Poem Of The American People (from Ruthless Grip Poems)
What light from yonder window aches?
There were times I was so handsome
I took my rum court there.
I've got 17 senses
and my name is lesion.
Jeannie she's all done with cryin'.
She's idling in the parking lot of the Fifth Third Bank.
She spreads a map out on the seat beside her.
There's a big big country to get lost in.
Tonight the fat old moon will plot with them ruthless stars.
I've talked to my notebook for so many years
now my notebook talks to me.
I'll feel with my brain.
I'll think with my heart.
There were times I was so handsome
I took my rum court there.
I've got 17 senses
and my name is lesion.
Jeannie she's all done with cryin'.
She's idling in the parking lot of the Fifth Third Bank.
She spreads a map out on the seat beside her.
There's a big big country to get lost in.
Tonight the fat old moon will plot with them ruthless stars.
I've talked to my notebook for so many years
now my notebook talks to me.
I'll feel with my brain.
I'll think with my heart.