Detroit city was the last to see
The last of you, the last of me
All these years later I'm fit to cry
I love you still, hello goodbye

I bring with me now a whole new game
I'm not the same, I swear I've changed
It's strange to see what years will do
Hello to me, goodbye to you

If I could take us back in time
Would I still lose what I found hard to find
Would Detroit city then sing out
Goodbye to then, hello to now

Years down the road, here's the thing
I didn't mean to make a scene
Down to the  "T"  down to the letter
Hello for now, goodbye forever

I'm not an artist but I've opened up galleries with your name painted all over the walls

they're a souvenir encoded in brush strokes of downward spirals and rose tinted tunnel vision

the lights are blaring and my sight is blurred by tears and the street lamp flickers, almost sympathetically

a street lamp can understand, so why can't you?

in the great battle of forever;
love won long ago

monkeys talk and they make sense
about as much as the business men
in central park on their lunch break
or after dark when they escape

monkeys dance to the disco beat
like the hooligans on city streets
weaving in and out of traffic lanes
forget the face, forget the names

monkeys yawn in college class
then raise their hands as if to ask
when you grade is there a curve
have they heard a single word

monkeys love their party hats
and extra special party masks
it all seems odd but then again
it all makes perfect monkey sense

We believe female circumcision
Is barbaric,
But boys should look like their Dads,
It's traditional, like swinging a dead cat
In a gunney sack over your head.
Yeah, like Dad and I showered together daily?
Should girls augment their ******* to look like Mom.
Should Mom landscape to look like daughter.
Let's bring Granny into the mix.

We believe homelessness to be cruel
And unnecessary.
Why I have one in winter,
And one in summer.
Our dogs have wall-to-wall.
Birds have gilded cages.
They have vents and cardboard.

We believe in fair trade
(Except with countries we don't believe),
To get what others have,
Especially those diamond rings,
Blood stones.

We abhor child labour,
But haven't enough
Money to give Wal-Mart
On Black Friday.

Where do our sympathies lie?
When sympathies lie.