Mercy for the drunkards and all their steel obstructions. I'll hopscotch sidewalk cracks, sing pawn shop blues in E. My baby is gentle, stroking road **** with bare hands. ******* child of sacrifice and mercy killings, bred of overextension. We kiss car dents and scraped knees to return favors we didn't first receive. Bend not to the fragile will of shadow players and pantomimes. The bundle of strings, sweat and paper mache crucifixes.