Clever Not Beautiful - Hawksley Workman
Sharks follow my trail
and it won't be long
they've fallen for the oldest trick in the book
it never goes wrong
mask and snorkel and a bottle of ketchup
those despearate old shark fins
start to circle me in anger
be clever not beautiful
If your goal is pure survival
just be clever not beautiful.
Poets, lock up your words
your tongues are all tied
let it read in every history book
that the poets all tried to
lull us with lilting songs of a struggle
to mountain up a notion/an ocean
that we were something more than animals
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not like your face as we roam in the garden
not as the earthworms gather beneath your feet
you gave it all away for free
as we sun our winter bellies in your spring
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