I don't want to be smart.
I wanna be mean
Stupid and mean
I read all the email and everybody's poems
sound like they're apologizing for something
they haven't done yet. Do you understand?
If you're homeless, you get three murders
a year, and if you're still homeless on Christmas,
you get three more, and they roll over.
There's accounting tricks that keep that number
down, but something is going to happen. I can't
stop them. Neither can you. It's a mess.