The sound in your mind   is the first sound     that you could sing If you were singing   at a cash register     with nothign on yr mind ÷ But when that grim reper   comes to lay you     look out my lady He will steal all you got   while you dingle with the dangle   and having robbed you Vanish.   Which will be your best reward,   T'were better to get rid o   John O' Twill, then sit a-mortying   In this Half Eternity   To save the old man being hanged   In my closet for nothing   And everybody watches   When the act is done — Stop the murder and the suicide!   All's well!     I am the Guard © Jack Kerouac, 1959; Mexico City Blues

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