do you think they can see us i asked the tree top tall thinking woman while we shared a pipe behind the barn
the people in that house could care less what a nigger and a jew are doing back here the tree top tall thinking woman said and what do you care
i don't i was thinking about you i'm not a jew by the way i said
whatever don't you worry about me although i'm too important to limit to one poem it would be like raymond chandler using philip marlowe in one novel she said
i'm no raymond chandler i said no shit she said and you ain't philip marlowe i said
i could be if you weren't so lazy you don't deserve a muse she said i never said i did i said
i'm not sleeping with you she said i never should have stole you from that blues song i said
true that she said you have any friends i asked i'm a loner she said and smiled like a million dollars
if i could record that i would but i can't i'm a reporter not a poet no matter what i might have said to get you to do what you did i said
you need to buck up she said yeah i'll get right on that when i finish what i'm doing i said and it might be awhile i thought
do you want anymore of this i asked i always want more of this she said
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