Friday, May 29, 2009

We are always outnumbered but we were never out militiad.

There's no dignity for criminals, no ministry for the wicked.

In this town if you make a sound you're the leper with the most fingers.

The League of Extraordinary Nobodies, the other teams bringing in ringers.

No faith in the majority, no hope for the little ones.

Sally pulled a pistol out; Billy got a blunderbuss.

So what the fuck we feeling that make this struggle so wondrous?

Is it enough to arrogantly pull what's left of the rug out from under us?

We in the same barrel; all us crabs are caught.

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