What's black friday to Him
But a foreign gimmick?
He sits cold, huddled on the pavement on
The real shade of grey we don't discuss
As she purchases another copy
Because that was all the buzz
Even though she knew all she needed to know
Could be taught in an hour on Sundays
Anything we want to know?
Captured in the eyes of guys of Skid Row
Whose rags cover hearts of purple
This generation's Cannery Row Crowd
Who maybe get four or five days a year
Days on which elephants may say "Oh dear"
But then go back to their k...clans
And their great wisdom of all things green
But if you want to know what it means
To have holes in your hands
And tears in your eyes
Take a stroll down Memory...Alley
And listen to some words of the wise
Who were willing to sacrifice
So our lives don't have to be Shells of themselves
While our life is only a shell of Itself
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