Vignettes for Dylan

Downtown the porcupine is looking for a string
Just when he has found it, decides tis not his thing
Moses and the bankers waiting for the sea
Loose on all their hinges, starting at a feast
Stab it with no stealy knives, no they deify the beast
Paint it with the gold they hoard so impetuously
A couple standing back to back, both reading from the wall
Behind them the monument silences' the clergies call
The proper pre-collective killed of the tsaar
Stoning, maiming starving when you took a step to far
(And at the broken table's foot
The broken men lay down
Looting all the red they could while
Wearing frozen frowns)

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