My name is Freddy Fiver and I live all alone
kicked back, chilled out, hurried as a stone. You’ll find me up north, in the city of Detroit living by my wits in a squat quite adroit. My house it was empty for many a year except for the rats who moved in without fear the roof it has holes, that lets in the cold rain but I tacked up a tarp and try not to complain. Hurrah for Detroit city, land of the freest of free it’s a gem in America for a squatter like me. Don’t let out a tear, there is really no need I’ve lived here for years without title or deed. My jacket is all ragged and my language is foul my life rock hardened, in the School of Knock POW! My stuff is all scattered across the whole fucking floor and I covered the hole with a broken down door. What dishes I have are encrusted with grime with the water turned off I just skip washing time but I have cans of sardines and old cans of spam and when I run out of them I have potted ham. Hurrah for Detroit city land of the last hurrah the factories moved out, folks got lost in the sprawl when you’ve got nothing to do and nowhere to turn come up to the city where it is a pleasure to burn. How happy I am when I crawl into my patchwork sack and the voices start spinning cuz my heads outta whack and the big cockroaches who are devoid of all shame crawl up to my fire bucket to get close to the flame. The tiny little bed bugs have covered me with pores so when I scratch and I itch pus out of me pours. A large spider in the corner stares and spins its crazy web but its not a bad life for poor me, not at all for a pleb. So hurrah for Detroit city when the polar vortex descends may the good times return, we can always pretend. How happy I am in this suburb deserted for the freaks on the streets with who I have flirted. There is no job, no money, no police I do swear. I make friends with coyotes, await the return of the bear. Here I am happy and here I must stay ain’t nothing else for me, so I won’t go away. So come up to Detroit where there’s a home for you all it’s a safe place to be amid the Empire’s fall. No need to go elsewhere when you can squat here for free and make a life in the rubble of Detroit city. Please don’t let troubles brew in your mind you can come do your thing and let it unwind just stick to your squat and guard it ‘gainst scrappers hang out on the block with the MC’s and rappers. It will be a city of music to Detroit’s dying day so come rave in the streets til your toothless and gray.
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Justin Patrick MooreAuthor of The Radio Phonics Laboratory: Telecommunications, Speech Synthesis, and the Birth of Electronic Music. Archives
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