| What good does it do to be this way
When we know how little good it has ever done,
Whether on graveled streets or paved,
Whether on the way out the back door running from the cops
Or the weary way back in through the front door from coffee stops.
Everybody kick-start, try to look smart, look straight,
Everybody toke right, ride steady, break apart smooth,
And try not to get caught or get too greasy while we wait,
For the road to your execution and mine, says the gypsy teller,
Is straight ahead—it’s “already grimly near and grimy”, she laughs.
rcs.
Current draft: 2/8/2010
Created on 2/5/2010 7:17 PM
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)