10,000 Maniacs — Everyone a Puzzle Lover

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Why are some men born
With minds that earn degrees?
The loving cups
Gilded plaques

Grace their study walls
Hide the cracks
While their genius is turned
To works of tyranny then

Off to market to market
Go selling these
With words so fiery and persuasive
They steal cunningly

Riches no one can exceed
Why are some men born
With a fate of poverty?
One firm bed

For a swollen back
Year by year
The bodies wracked while
Their obedience is had

With gradual defeat
By the pace by the pace
And the urgency
Through a muddled thought

They phrase it
«God knows we’re deceived»
Barter for
What they need

And where they go
Disdain and jeering
For fools to call
The noble peasantry

O how it puzzles me
I pressed flat the accordion pleats
That had gathered in his cotton sleeves
While he thumbed

Yes thumbed i wouldn’t say caressed
The final piece
A mountain’s crest
Soon to reply assuredly

For a man aged ninety years
No words to waste on sermons
He’d be pleased to answer
Short and sincere

«Girl there’s a nonsense
In all these heaven measures
It’s a heathen creed
So your grandma says

But better to live by
Drink it all in before it’s dry»
He ended there with a rattle
Cough, cough

I took away the long gone cold coffee cup
As a trail of camel ashes fell
On the floor