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Conspiracy Cover-ups
You run the thread spool dry
Until it will not drip another inch
You thin him down until he cannot breathe
To patch your ugly ugly pants
That you hve soiled dry
Never letting your fingers hesitate
Never letting your needle quit its munching on
You run the thread spool dry
Dry as the dusty silence
Dry as the axis grasp on its hips
The road is paved with pigeons
And blackened tire tracks
If the shoe fits it will be too tight
When the shoe devours your foot
It rains cats and shallows dogs
That bark and drool
Like the threading spool that has dripped dry and high
To cover up conspiracies
For you to not behold
