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By Jack Joseph Smith

Caught Up Two things against the middle, and a half lie A stone and a hard place, the devil may care The choice between two evils, and take it as you will I stood across the street and shot you, dead boy I fucked your wife, made money, and told everybody you in town and they enjoyed it, o.k. It wanted more of the story Watch your words where you can't walk again Tying up is important in like, Wish some which for their mother, while they can't hepl themselves, wanting it to get out of hand Touch thought, lean back and finger it Make gold out of original seeing Leave all morality go, leave the Indians tooo Gather it up and leave dreams behind Once again lie and lay away Make sorry a sin not something to care about Go ahead and go away, from no one gallant enough to follow you Kiss yourself goodby child Your good look are to dksgusting to watch And we are no good unless You look at least one thing twice

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Boast, confession, sex, murder, and public appetite merge into a nihilistic monologue about spectacle and moral abandonment.

The page stacks idioms of compromise and moral pressure into a hostile public monologue. Its confessional violence, sexual bragging, communal appetite, and advice about words and dreams make guilt feel both performed and discarded.

Claude

The page stacks worn idioms of compromise -- 'a stone and a hard place', 'the choice between two evils' -- and then detonates them with flat confessions of murder and adultery ('I stood across the street and shot you'; 'I fucked your wife, made money, and told everybody'). The closing advice to 'Make gold out of original seeing', 'leave the Indians tooo', and 'Make sorry a sin' turns guilt into something to discard, and the parting 'Kiss yourself goodby child' makes self-contempt the only intimacy left.