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THE BEAN KING
Luckless kid
They put you down
For what you didn't.
The absence
Was for them a crime.
They threw you out
Hoping you'd grow up
Or bounce
You hit the road
Did time
Went to hell and back
And learned to laugh.
But oh
If they could see you now
They'd think again
If they ever thought at all.
Who needs them?
Now
You've got the bean
And lucky you
You're headed for the stalk.
SF 1984 |
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