It's Not Hard to Say Goodbye Sometimes

living with you was the gum on my shoe

who knew kingston would put us to bed

my communist brother

my earth fairy mother

it was only alive in our heads

 

uncles and aunties

would raise up the families

haul sap with an old metal pail

utopian dreams that would grow us some green

like the chicken shit under the kale

 

it’s not hard to say goodbye sometimes

 

we’ll steal like a seagul

till our dreams become legal

we’ll barter for the rest of our lives

cooperative living on a bastard thanksgiving

that we carve with our grandparents knives

 

we’ll shake up the laddies

now which one is daddy?

unschool ’em till their brains hit the floor

ahh but we don’t have the skill or the cast iron will

to keep up that happy or poor

 

it’s not hard to say goodbye sometimes