Unorganized Crime

Patch me through to the state police
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In the beginning there were lines
You wouldn't borrow a lawnmower and return it empty
Later they were as distinct as the unfolding petals of waterfall mist

I need to talk to you
asshole to asshole, dunce to dunce:

You can't go back.
Get thee God.  Get thee to a mummery.