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This city's full of carnies and sharks,
brandishers of water guns and little dogs with great big barks
take to the street, you walk up and you walk down,
doling out dough to the homeless and souls to the soulless
on tiptoe above the undertow
pray that you don't drown

You nod politely to all you meet
while you both follow the well-trod ruts of a million feet
that, before you, have carved up every floor
till finally you've got nothing left but some worn-out sandals on the back of the shelf
and an empty water gun with which to wage your war
your dynamic war

Let me be your everything
Anything worth the giving

A big man once told me I had to pay my dues
stretch myself as thin as paper, like the kind they use for the news
he smoked a cigar and drank expensive wine
and I noticed, on the day he died, he had less love in his life than I have in mine
so, sir, I think I'm doing fine

I've got some magic beans to grow a building up to King Kong
he's the one in love with that girl, the drop-dead gorgeous blonde
gotta get up to someplace where I can dangle my feet
and get some perspective on those millions of lives
that stop and go and clog up the street
cause someday we might meet

© Kathy Zimmer 2007
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