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Jerry Paper
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Ginger & Ruth
The quotidian aches and pains
of being a being.
All the small nothings, they're something;
the bric-a-brac euphoria.
'Every problem's not mine to solve.'
Ruth built a shrine to all
the passers-by, the banal.
Ginger fears death
but Ruth says that life's where the pain's at.
Ginger's a bored one.
Well, Ruth is a bear and Ginger's a brat.
Well, back in New York where the fun's at,
waiting at the train tracks.
Ginger is arguing in her head
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with her boss—some bullshit hen.
Well, Ruth, she walks down the platform
in black.
She says it's good to be back
in the city—the big brick hive.
Ruth says, 'When all else fails
dig the hippie shit like it's working.'
Ginger gets frustrated
and Ruth just shifts round the wording.
'Ginger, you're so good to me
but your worry is disconcerting.'
'Ruth, don't overthink it!
Now come back to bed I'm just bursting.'
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