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Song for a supermarket parking lot

from The Volatile Utopian Real Estate Market by Pat The Bunny

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Originally released on "The Mark Inside," CD-R (April 2013)

On Mondays, I do the laundry at a twenty four hour place next to the Dollar Tree. I know that I could walk, but god I love to drive. I thought about calling and asking forgiveness, but hell, I'm afraid of the dogs that I live with. I guess you take it one thing at a time. I thought about Jesse on Tuesday morning; last I heard, he was still doped up in Portland. I could call and ask, but hell, I know he'd lie. Like my neighbor, he's got business. If you don't know about it, better keep your distance. Ain't no one on this street ever called a cop in their life. On Wednesday, ran into Connor, drinking like he was already a goner. He said he'd like to change if he could grow a spine. I said: "When you talk like that, you make me real nervous. No, don't be inviting me to your funeral service. Throw down your fucking chips, let's play for keeps this time." Like on Thursday when you called and woke me up. I heard you started smoking crack again and caught up: catching cases robbing houses, just to stay alive. So I hung up, and called Vanessa, and I told them that I left the rent on the dresser. It wasn't even half of three weeks late this time. On Fridays, I do the laundry at the twenty four hour place next to the Dollar Tree, past the neighbors reaching heaven with their trucks so high. I thought about calling and asking forgiveness, but lately I don't even know what that word is. I've got police on my six, because they think it's a crime.

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from The Volatile Utopian Real Estate Market, released October 21, 2014

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Pat The Bunny Tucson, Arizona

Retired acoustic punk. Mail order/merch is handled by my friends at Tanline Printing (tanlineprinting.com). My share of revenue every month will be donated to the Tucson Second Chance Community Bail Fund (secure.actblue.com/donate/tsccbf) and the Vermont Freedom Bail Fund (afgj.salsalabs.org/vermontfreedombailfund/index.html). ... more

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