Dennis Mahagin
The Affirmations of Marsellus Wallace
Chin up.
You were born
under the Sign
of the Stevedore ...
Okay, so maybe I made
that up. Well, you're hardly
young, with scarred lungs
that whistle
like a rusty teapot
having sex.
that up. Well, you're hardly
young, with scarred lungs
that whistle
like a rusty teapot
having sex.
Wait;
that didn't come
out quite right,
either ... more like
a maimed loon, longing for
Lake? Yes, and yet trapped
instead in some
fetid slough.
Is that what sucks, Bucky?
that didn't come
out quite right,
either ... more like
a maimed loon, longing for
Lake? Yes, and yet trapped
instead in some
fetid slough.
Is that what sucks, Bucky?
Still and all, those sirens
are not for you, who knows
the difference between pain
and injury by now and about
time, too.
are not for you, who knows
the difference between pain
and injury by now and about
time, too.
Abide, Turk.
Or let it slide.
If you were born
to suicide, would have happened
by now. No mistake. First it eases
up, then you get to ache
some more.
Jesus man, you don't even know what a
Stevedore does do ya? Why not look it up
on Wikipedia?
to suicide, would have happened
by now. No mistake. First it eases
up, then you get to ache
some more.
Jesus man, you don't even know what a
Stevedore does do ya? Why not look it up
on Wikipedia?
What else you got going on, anyway?
Knowledge is hardly power, yet chances
are you ain't going to
die today.
are you ain't going to
die today.
