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Modest Mouse
                              Trailer Trash

         Eating snow flakes with plastic forks
              And a paper plate of course
              you think of everything
                 Short love with a long divorce
              And a couple of kids of course
                They don't mean anything
           Live in trailers with no class
              goddamn I hope I can pass
         high school means nothing
            Taking heartache with hard work
              Goddamn I am such a jerk
                I can't do anything
               And I shout that you're all fakes
         And you should have seen the look on your face
              And I guess that's what it takes
              When comparing your bellyaches
           And it's been a long time
           Which agrees with this watch of mine
           And I know that I miss you
          And I'm sorry that I dissed you



Who the hell cares anyways
I'm bleeding internally
Your strikes have deminished
all my lost faith
and if you think I can carry on
You are fucking wrong

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The Moon Landing

They tell me the moon
has ceased to be mysterious
But what mystery did it ever
present to him? how many
of them ever even looked at it?
Be honest. Were you ever once
afraid of moonlight,
of what you felt it doing to
your genitals, your spine,
the hair at the back
of your neck?
Were you ever tempted
to bathe naked in it, rolling
in the grass?
When you realized men
were about to land there
was there a moment
when you were frightened
of what might happen
when they touched?
Did you laugh at yourself
childishly wondering
if it would explode
and fragments of it
rain on our earth
while terrible things
happened to the tides?
And if the answer is
"yes," did anythign change for you
when they told you such emotions
were no longer the fashion?
Their rockets changed nothing.
The moon is mysterious
still to those who have been alone with her

-Alden Nowlan