All my good things

All my good things (Newspaper blues)
To Bobbit                If your hand or foot
                Causes you to stumble,
                Cut if off
                And throw it from you.
                Matthew 18:8
I was drunk
   Like a doll,
And I took
   A dirty girl,
And I brought her home,
   Not so bad!
But my wife
   Was awake,
And the girl
   Was taken away,
And I was laid to bed.   2t.

I lie
   Like a cadaver
And I see
   A great nightmare.
I keep my breathing in:
   It badly stinks,
And I see
   That my wife
Took
   A sharpened knife
And cut all my good things.   2 t.

I awake
   Like mad
And I see:
   All is bad.
I smell my own shit:
   It badly stinks.
And I see
   Than my wife
Took
   A sharpened knife
And cut all my bad things.

All my good things!   


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