He Weeps from Proverbs by The Shut-Ups

Through the dawn’s early morning, he weeps
Through the twilight’s last gleaming, he weeps

When the mistletoes blossom
When his friends are so awesome
When he sees a dead possum,

He weeps
July Fourth
Weeps Halloween
And all holy and unholy days in between

And he cries
Salty streams
In his dreams

I myself have been down in the deeps
While the shallower part of me sleeps

But look at him - shaken
When his parking spot’s taken
‘Til you’d swear he was fakin’

He whines
‘Cause he’s white
And he can’t sing the blues
And he sobs through the games
That his teams win or lose

And he cries
Every day
They don’t play

And I can’t talk him out of his tears
All this crying has stuffed up his ears
Oh no.

So I think of a clever device
I grab me some onions and slice


Til my eyes become runny
And he laughs like it’s funny
And he’s suddenly sunny

I’m blind
And that’s bad
But if that did the job
Then it is with the
Cheerfullest tears that I sob

There’s no more
Keeping on
Weeping on

I declare
I need a tissue though
Is he still there?
No, he’s already
Gone.

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