BLUE COLLAR HOLIDAY
The Correction On a clear day you can see forever -- At Lenscrafters you can be fitted in about an hour. I mean how many people need correction, rage near-blind A lot of people, right? But Stevie was born dead Blind, cut off from the good things in life you & I enjoy Oh creeping ruin, like frozen eyegum on a pony Or that monstrous Lou Gehrig thing, God save us all, Wonderully brave under the smiling expanse of vomit These star-spangled skies & so on. And then something motown & pubescent "gets dead" But today wherever there are people There is Stevie Wonder's music, & in the toucan-spattered darkness, "Living for the City" sparkles like calcium deposits In a pair of sting-ray boots Myself -- I have a-stygmatism, am christly, smashing & white I hate the earth so much I miss my wife, that sickly Night blindness -- he lies there gasping -- I'm always dehydrated & I'm always alone, & Mohammed is our prophet He had more "break-aways" than anybody But me -- I does what I pleases, deep in my heart I'm just a guy showing himself a pretty good time...