Boomerang

Nothing's sacred, nothing's safe
 beyond the whistler's mind
 what's yours is hers
 what's theirs we share
 and, what is more, it's all mine
 the "did you hear"
 the "do you know"
 when they're attached to names
 will pull the peg that holds the leg
 and keeps in tact the frame
 it comes back round like a boomerang
 and hits you by surprise
 we all have our blind spots
 some right in front of our eyes
 tear a pillow over a hill
 and let those feathers fly
 pick up each one separately
 soon you're gonna find out why
 for what may seem impossible
 or just downright absurd
 is so much easier to grab-
 than the spoken word
 nothing's round that don't come round
 a circle may one day end
 but place your bets, the destiny sets
 on the one whose message sends
 a wave that tips the balance
 and takes poor victims out
 keep that path from being drawn
 that's what it's all about
 Chorus
 don't envy the messenger
 from marathon on down
 the courier of generals
 the crier of the town
 all have fates in common
 for tales true or tall
 the notes they speak
 could also serve to eulogize them all
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