Tuesday, October 11, 2005


She said reincarnation is fraught with sin
I’ve been sleeping with my dad again
He said Dick and I hoped on
He said Cheney, and he got puked on
How could you know in Washington

I came back as a janitor’s aide
Then I got promoted to office page
A man named Karl asked to smell my knees
Why do these things happen to me
I guess its cause I live in Washington

I woke up in Crawford, Texas this time
Clearing brush meant putting it on me
My hair wouldn’t curl and my seat was swirled
I was told to stand at attention by a black girl
Virginia, we’re not in Washington anymore


When I die it gets worse
Each time it’s like the first
Reincarnation leave me alone
Washington is no kind of home

- Chris Mansel

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