People Can Be Slave-ships In Shoes.

You Heard Me. You Ain't Blind.

She Didn't Read Books So She Didn't Know That She Was The World And The Heavens Boiled Down To A Drop.

She Was Saving Up Feelings For Some Man She Had Never Seen.

So She Sat On The Porch And Watched The Moon Rise. Soon Its Amber Fluid Was Drenching The Earth, And Quenching The Thirst Of The Day.

When God Had Made The Man, He Made Him Out Of Stuff That Sung All The Time And Glittered All Over. Some Angels Got Jealous And Chopped Him Into Millions Of Pieces, But Still He Glittered And Hummed. So They Beat Him Down To Nothing But Sparks But Each Little Spark Had A Shine And A Song. So They Covered Each One Over With Mud. And The Lonesomeness In The Sparks Make Them Hunt For One Another.