First the Choons.
this stranger asked my name and I told him
to call me Mister
his lady laughed he paused
and thought
people expect you to be a bit docile
here
in the South
you should know your betters
its bullshit
its old school Southern mores
and this guy
who's lived here all his life
doesn't realize it
you see
here
there are many jaundiced eyes
this town
this fucking town
she has a secret word
and that fucking word
is
ennui
her color is grey
her feeling is fear
her crown
gold tinted tin
as characterless skyscrapers define
her aspirations
here
they say
praise God
and then
they fuck the poor
and somehow
to them
that's all
right...
as they eat and drink what they think
others might like
as they toast and talk banalities
finding it hard to smile
gulping like fish
about to drown
this stranger asked my name and I told him
to call me Mister
his lady laughed he paused
and thought
people expect you to be a bit docile
here
in the South
you should know your betters
its bullshit
its old school Southern mores
and this guy
who's lived here all his life
doesn't realize it
you see
here
there are many jaundiced eyes
this town
this fucking town
she has a secret word
and that fucking word
is
ennui
her color is grey
her feeling is fear
her crown
gold tinted tin
as characterless skyscrapers define
her aspirations
here
they say
praise God
and then
they fuck the poor
and somehow
to them
that's all
right...
as they eat and drink what they think
others might like
as they toast and talk banalities
finding it hard to smile
gulping like fish
about to drown
That picture is extra creepy.
And you, my dove, have succinctly wrapped the hypocrisy of souhthahn hawspitaliteigh up in a few careful, genius lines.