I have a strange
Respect for the Pistons.
For the city of Detroit.
I never feel safe--
Even knowing we’re the
Better team.
It’s like my mother--
She respects people more
Who have suffered
Sufficiently.
Like the jews.
And the little sisters
Who have been through so much...
We make fun of her for it.
But I guess
I’m kind of the same way.
Respect for the Pistons.
For the city of Detroit.
I never feel safe--
Even knowing we’re the
Better team.
It’s like my mother--
She respects people more
Who have suffered
Sufficiently.
Like the jews.
And the little sisters
Who have been through so much...
We make fun of her for it.
But I guess
I’m kind of the same way.