R.I.P. LOU
NO COUNTRY
There will be no port
that will take you
Madwoman
Jew
You are unreceivable
Ungrievable
If we say so you don’t exist
And you there child
Talking to your dead brother’s ashes
No room
Oh and Sally in the corner
of the cigarette burns
etched like stars into your back
We couldn’t possibly
Yo Donnie
With snakes writhing
in & out of every orifice
We simply cannot squeeze you in
dear
And what of smiling Jerry?
His mother’s entrails
steaming on the floor
Your ship of fools
is forever banished
from our shores
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Give me your tired your poor I’ll piss on ‘em
That’s what the statue of bigotry says Your poor
huddled masses let’s club ‘em to death
Lou Reed , Dirty Blvd 1988
Spring 2007 Lou Reed March 1942 – October 2013
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