On A Saturday

Man’s wolverine bites and chews 
It doesn’t walk in anyone’s shoes
It just takes its razor blades
And shaves and shaves
Til your skin is red and raw
An ice man in the great thaw
And I try to hold my head up high
Coz I really do not want to die
But they push me under
And the sound of thunder
Echoes in their refrain
You should be in the throes of pain
But I’m not
And I have not forgot
That man that makes my spirit rise
The sweet eclipse when I look into his eyes
In the land nobody dies
I didn’t mean even one of my goodbyes

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