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Jack
Freak of the Alchemist
New Orleans
Do You
Bucket of Questions

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even though he lived in a shack
it's a fact that Jack
nearly broke his back
working like a dog to buy a diamond

he slid it on to his hand
as if he was sliding royalty on to his name

he acted like a super hero
with a new gizmo
that would make him ten times stronger
and ten times smarter
ten times faster
and ten times harder

but his was a none functional stone
that really only looked pretty

even though he lived in a shack
it's a fact that Jack
did not value the mysteries that gave birth to the stone
he only valued the petty sensation of having what others wanted

and even though he lived in a shack
it's a fact that a blind man asked Jack
if his diamond was as pretty as a sun set
Jack boasted about the sparkle in his ring
that danced on the sky
like a white bouquet of half drawn rainbow's
and than he dead panned
who cares about a sleeping sun

and even though he lives in a shack
it's a fact that if the men who controls the access of those stones
could figure out a way to block out the sky
and sell sun sets by the ounce
that men like Jack
who have never notice the daily miracle of the gods
slipping below the horizon
will break their backs
to buy sun sets in fancy packages
and in the end
when all is said and done
the sun
will still mean nothing to them.

Chuck Perkins