Walking alone in a world of snow
Knowing what most do not know
A feedback of farce
The illusion of closure
Blustery bits of crystal
Striking the cheek raw
What tropical fruit
Would you truck up here?
A poisonous fish out of water
Flapping out like a hay wire
Walk sore and skip soaring
Past the factory parts
Farther than old men walk
In a lifetime for money
To wipe their little dirties with
To spike their spineless romance
To fire up the lion or
Lick the latest on loan
Walking along as the white and wet
Lays a soft blanket the world will forget.
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