I’m Sorry

Go you down into that land You'll wake more than the dogs, my friend You'll wake until you're woken Then you'll wanna go to sleep again, I'm sorry Walter Whitman Waldo seeking Confucian analectic reading Good men tore down cut and bleeding All things no one needed, I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry I feel so goddamn bad I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm the worst thing you ever had I'm sorry, I'm sorry I feel so goddamn bad I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm the worst thing you ever had The multitudes contained in you Are surely walking two by two Into an ark, an unfortunate zoo The flood comes soon, and I'm sorry They greet me cosmopolitanly A synthesis of many litanies You always knew I was a sucker for them things I must learn my manners and my Chinese please I'm sorry, I'm sorry I feel so goddamn bad I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm the worst thing you ever had I'm sorry, I'm sorry I feel so goddamn bad I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm the worst thing you ever had Your dеal in slaves become withdrawn And cease to keep on keepin' on Cut the tree that grew the fruit If I was you, honey, I'd salt them roots And I'm sorry, I'm sorry I feel so goddamn bad I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm the worst thing you ever had I'm sorry, I'm sorry I feel so goddamn bad I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm the worst thing you ever had