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Marion, born december 5th, a sagittarius,
Mother & father, 2 little sisters, all were immigrants,
America was waiting for you
America was waiting for you

Marion’s fam’ly saw his humor as absurdity
Nevertheless, he joined the local university
& studied for a third of his life
He studied for a third of his life
& passed the bar

He was a lawyer
working for free
& was fervid in speech

All of the workers
That he’d protect
say he practiced what he preached

Hated the mayor, so he petitioned to recall the guy
For he attempted selling off Seattle City Light,
two hundred thousand names on the form
two hundred thousand names on the form

He, with the people on his side, became a congressman
Winning a district often taken by republicans
To Washington from Washington state
To Washington from Washington state
At 32

When re-elected,
Everyone loved him
Except for his peers

A coalition
Set on his downfall
Would form in his last years

He married a woman he knew for a week cuz he couldn’t wait
Took part in a riot while still on his honeymoon
They took him away in a jacket to the sanitarium
Declared as insane, jumped the fence of the place, & soon
returning home, announced his re-election
Then called the campaign off again

Almost as if becoming lesser like yourself had been an art,
Marion, less subdued & sober, saw the world observe him fall apart

He wrote a note & left his window several stories high
Landed abruptly near the car his wife was waiting by
They say she changed the day that he died
They say she changed the day that he died

& in the note, he said his only hope in life had been
That he’d improve upon the way the world was living in
But people only knew him as strange
The people only knew him as strange
And nothing more

Were you a genius,
Were you a fool,
or in need of a cure?

Was it in anger,
Was it in fear,
or had it been in fervor?

All of the quirks we used to have are now a symptom of
Acronyms we don’t get to know that we’re the victims of
Then people say that we’ll never change
& so, of course we don’t ever change
But still, we try

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from t​.​i​.​a​.​p​.​f​.​y​.​h., released June 4, 2021
Written by: Nat Puff
Produced by: Nat Puff
Mixed by: Nat Puff
Mastered for digital by: Lilian Davis
Piano by: Vera Much
Additional vocals by: Sophia Konat
Special thanks to: Marion Zioncheck, & Jeff Stevens for providing easy to access research on Marion Zioncheck here (cityofanxiety.wordpress.com/2017/03/27/zioncheck-for-president/)
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