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the cash machine is blue and green for a hundred in twenties and a small service fee I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents on diet coca-cola and unlit cigerettes I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck how hot and sorrowful this machine begs for luck all my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I want a good life with a nose for things a fesh wind and bright sky to enjoy my suffering a hole without a key if I break my tongue speaking of tomorrow how will it ever come all my lies are always my wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I'm down on my hands and knees every time the doorbell rings I shake like a toothache when I hear myself sing all my lies are only wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I would like to salute the ashes of American flags and all the falling leaves filling up shopping bags |