intro
dream ’s falling down on me,
into pieces,
you know well,
- what now?
find no way-out,
got to take it back, but how?
or stay right here, where i am,
leave the car, stranded,
& walk home, barefooted,
- no gun,
there’s too much people here, watching, …
every tiny inch, piece of my swollen body,
is coming closer now,
wait & see, taste my lips?
take this penny, nickel, - call it like you want,
and throw it,
maybe some beggar will crawl,
but not me,
got some other things to do,…
join the others.
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