In my opinion there is a race. For a place at the bottom of the pile. Is neither completely conceived nor is it ill advised. It just simply satisfies a basic need.
All the neighbors never see me. But they wonder why I walk around at night. he gets hungry - I go hunting. In the moonlit streets. For somebody that's right.
I got lost on the road somewhere was it texas or was it Canda Dinking whiskey in the morning light I work the stage all night long at first we laughed about it my long haired drunken friends.
I got a name and number. I got a bed assigned. I got a dog in the city pound. That I left behind. I'm strapped down and wild eyed. She's locked up in a pen.
In an upstairs room, under lock and key. It's my brother, Former Lee. All the mops and brooms keep him company. Misconceived of the family. . Former Lee Warmer pulls up the covers to hide in his wrinkled bed.