This man had a rubber boot and a down sweater
Dilated eyes and a brain full of collie dog codeine
Glass bathroom with a mirror installed
So he could watch himself crying just to fill up, the toilet tank
Broken down loser with a chip on his shoulder
He had one thing going and another leaving fast
And so he took a quick break to try and empty out the trash
But the trashcan wasn’t having any of his shit
Making sick, wet sloppy noises known as laughter
It chased him off crying to the beat of a drum
But the drum didn’t want to keep the beat of this man
And told him try to rock the flute with garbage set band
They play on the love seat every night before 6
In the park on 42nd round the midnight shift.
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