Cultural Anthropology


Cultural anthropology.
The kids all come to watch me.
Pa says not to cross that bridge.
Thats where the wild beasts live.
I think I seen them wandering.
Hair on their faces
Hiding where smiles might have been
Fatter than they want to be
And makeup masking their rougher skin.
Devotion and jealousy. Regret and anguish.
These are the trading cards the wild beasts play with.
Pa says not to cross that bridge.
Where all through the night loud music plays.
And they hold eachother in exquisite ways.
Wherever they go bottled up barley follows.
Drawn to walk to where theyll be hurt the most.
Theres something there that I have to know.
Pa says not to cross that bridge.
Please Pa don't be disappointed.

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