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TICKET TICKET TICKET TICKET TICKET TICKET TICKET TICKET TICKET Every line not just the bus the cafeteria at least in the lesser smaller rules would have a line and must produce the TICKET to get the product eye can sense it does not matter now ewe eye has glazed and interest has wandered back to the television or the window even oh please ewe pay attention. A stub of counterfit will not benifit the lame or halt or worried for there gender there they must have the goods in hand the concrete tender the dough rey mee the stuff that makes mens greed the money. After carefull consideration of the facts it takes the monkey on his back to make the money that he needs to carry greed to pinnacle mountains on his overactive garden of imagination he is ON the MARK he is Standing Toe to Toe with JOE and active in his quest and merciless at rest he makes his way down the line with TICKET in his hand no matter if its milk or meat or love or final resting place. Who is that on that cactus patch does it rally matter MOE his name was JOE they ALL was JOE he could have went on down the road but stayed to die in cactus OH what was his name it never matters to a martyer his spirit fled when they killed his body his name is JOE. He had his ticket in his hand a purple flower clutched so hard he bled. He hollard out her name he called her Violet and then he came to knoe his GOD again this time in person he has his TICKET in his hand but what is left is NOT man just another NUMBER on the list just another burial to be placed he had his TICKET in his hand a violet flower he is now a man at rest. _________________ Jesus Freak Homeless