Harper's Jar - No Rides For Quickmarks

His rolodex is thicker
Just less useful
His laugh count way higher too
Though his are cut
Felt never were two souls in his sex
Until she came around
Still he cowered
Like a dog from fireworks on the 4th
Now he says
I wont say I know where I will go
On a hunch
The new thing grins
Wide in me
Unlike then
Back when you approved of me
No he'll never go back down there
Does not think you know
But he knows what you think or thought of him
Some old fans just won't let go
Boys laugh
As men weather down your back
Still you fear and cower
As slowly surely they yank you further
And further

Denominate St. Peter's little whore
For choosing muscle
Though on its meat alone she starves
So she seeks guilty in silence
For something where it is not
My special someone waits where warm
Above a room with no real door
Thought occurs neighbors conspire
When near paranoia
But a case of you does me okay
Oh how if that were ditto
If he only woulda just cut the cheek fat
Down to the bone
And not worry about one finding him in need
I think he might have done it
I think he might have done it
Still he'll never go back down there
He would rather die than subside another day a working carny in smalltalkvile
For friends hungry for his success
They think ''It's who you know''
Rather than what you are
Or what you believe in
So no more rides with quick marks
And no rides for quick marks
Know rides too quick marks
No rides to any marks

Written by:
Devin Ware

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