prose

regular livin’
livin’ on a line

trying to stretch my legs
livin’ on the government’s dime

job was lost back in ’82
been that long since i’ve thought about you

trecking through the northwest
rain in my shoe

spitting out lyrics
to a song that ain’t through

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