DO
THOSE WHO CAN DO
I want to go home but there is $2.25 left
on my meter I should be writing my opus
making something of myself No doubt I will
soon be shat-upon by a pigeon As the world
marches by I listen to the beat of my own drummer:
loser bannnnnnaa poseur baaaammmmmm!
Sometimes writing feels like the shit-abyss*
Drum roll please my meter has finally expired
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Late Summer 2011 *Jim Lahey Trailer Park Boys
