>What am i running for? Where to?
Yes, to catch the bus and all, but
Why? I can’t get drunk anymore
These ferrets munch my bed, my
Oh, my mailman’s a piss less than dead.

What’s the point, and where’s there to learn?
So, I’ve resolved to sing-a-long to the street
Give up the fight, bound to pick up its rhymes
The cold allows me certain private rights.

Who’s worth deceiving? Not much for a question
Even less of an answer. Pedestrian-eyes alight,
The night no longer gives coin for believing.

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