we tell ourselves to rid ourselves of the spiders in the corner
go away go away
ignore them instead poor men on the corner pissed drunk in the alley
take that
turn down the upcoming road become one of them
meet their standards for standards they have none
as long as you can tell a good joke and have at least a couple teefs youre in for a show
that one right there can sure as hell pack a punch
punch punch bang bang
in this chaos we call home
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