Wait around for muddy trousers
ashes carpet the rug
nothing to do but put things off
and contemplate a drug
soda cans and frozen dinners
the road to Wall is lined with sinners
I can't fill your miracle mind
but I'll be there to help you pass the time
Christmas will miss me for fifty years
no snowlight love in champagne tears
I've got no spirit
a place is my hope
five sad years of drink and dope
stamped my sight with bitter loss
and these tenements get older
the criminals grow bolder
filthy tranny hookers crowd my corner
their high heels crunching broken glass.
-03 December 96
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