c r o s s
c o n n e c t
l o d g e e s c o r t s m o u r n e r s
R I C K M O O D Y
Brief life is here our portion--
Definitely will renew.
Men feign themselves dead:
The chirp of birds and squirrels
The bedroom activity is pleasant;
Your IQ looks good to me
I used to be a sort of safety-valve--
See how bent my bow!
We who are young will never see much
A woman standing on the globe;
Great and notable cities were sunk,
But that is nothing new
Hunt for joy as for hidden treasure
Love has been outgrown.
Dark sheep in the drill field;
The crush of victim's bones,
Remember where we left off:
The patient seduced at an early age,
A change in the breed of wolves,
I took a cold shower and dressed.
Interview with Rick Moody
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