| The Ballad of Unfinish Ed... |
| ...and then there's the story of Unfinish Ed. He had half an arm, half a leg, and half a head. If only he were here today, you'd realize what I'm trying to say. For to relate to him in words is a task, but quite absurd; and so, to the window I led you that charmed afternoon. And from the third story window, I dropped, with much care, an anvil. I looked down on the glory of what I had caused. I gory scene, I must say. I dropped that anvil on old Mr. Grandhill and took half his body away. I don't understand why you let go my hand in such a disgusted way. It was quite clear to me, that now you could see how Unfinish Ed would play. In his last couple seconds, so sticky and warm, he danced and bobbed and swayed. I looked down upon him, and chuckled at god. But when he stopped flopping, you must have gone shopping because you were nowhere to be found. It was only a week till I caught you. At work, or so it seemed. I'm so glad your friend was poor. The basement apartment in which you were led, didn't have a very sound floor. The splinter split nicely, for its part, right down his part, but the rest was left for my former best friend and crushed was her breast by my weapon. A story told from the beginnings of time and for awhile I made it mine and I'm not in a hurry to give it up. My name is God but my parents call me Ed. They never were very smart ones, but I suppose I forgive them. Because, after all, they only had half a head... |