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WHAT GOES, WHAT STAYS

The coat shoots holes and doesn't stick around
To draw targets, I have a deadline that wants
To be a credential, the secret society will want me
If I rustle up some semaphore, the night is young
So let's teach it many languages, the day is done
So hand me the fork and carving knife,
Do you remember horizontal hold?
Do you experience work as a kind of release?
Do a good job with that science fiction
And you can have comic books, action pictures,
And the occasional gritty drama. Take good care
Of me and I'll defend you when the tambourines
Take their achievement out into the sleet.
Stay over after supper, we can plod through
All the mercies till we find a mutual gift.
Come as close as you can, tell me what you really think.