Fin

“Fin”
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I got my hard wires crossed
between my capital city and the citadel lost
and I been acting like the devil
the same spirit, works, desires
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so, throw me back in
with a hook in my chin
and lend me your fins
until I learn how to swim
should I sink or begin
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Winslow Homer (1836-1910)
Channel Bass
Watercolor and graphite on off
1904
28.7 x 49.3 cm
(11.3″ x 19.41″)
Private collection

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I try to buy your love back
but I am too poor, too bad
and now I’m crying and flapping
like my baby needs a nap
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still my my toes tap bed rock bottom
reading braille for the blind
and I pray my sins be blotted
bass sounds better under water
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so, throw me back in
with a hook in my chin
and lend me your fins
until I learn how to swim
I surrender to win
once again, and again, and again…
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~ §tacy §weeney