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Used to be in the woods all you had to watch for was junkies nodding off getting caught with their ass in the bight now its these christly poets scratching away behind every tree trying to get you to repeat everything gotta do your job and their job too babysit the useless bastards until the first plane goes out Canada Council gives em ten thousand bucks to write about what it's like to be a workingman cost you half a day's pay to buy it and here's all your own words all phonied up to sound like some fucking Okie or something everything's all ass-backwards jesuss it makes me mad if that guy ever shows up around here again he'll have a real accident to write about |