We fight til we fall, us chairkickers all
we cling to these coils and curl in a ball
the harbor is teeming with commerce and crime
I own only what owns me
this place ain’t my home but i’m calling it mine
there are cracks in the minds
of our own humankind
that are leaking out poison and hope
which we choose to imbibe
is our own to decide
be it internal life or the ghost
blazes cane lady lively
a trail through tiny downtown
cane baton twirling wildly
mows the mundane all down
will the admiral answer
when Will and I call?
place your bets on the limits
of a beast’s appetite
and the loser buys all
there are cracks in the minds
of our own humankind
that are leaking out poison and hope
which we choose to imbibe
is our own to decide
be it internal life or the ghost

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