Calluses for a trade
Writing to stay sane
A tongue to get laid
Never getting paid
Neck before the blade
Always in pain
Hand caught in the gate
And madness in the brain
Theme for the jaded
The poetic fated
The lost and abraded
Huddled and deranged
And God in his reign
Angels to spurn, malign
Atheist to the knocker’s whine
And faithless at all times
Clouds are beautiful but all the same
The cut grass smell and evergreen pine
Rain on the pavement at half-past five
My home is a relatively comforting dive
The spirit of revolution when the rest go and hide
Having so little but virtue to be mine
Oblivious people and oblivious design
Searching for purpose that they’ll never find
Guitar chord wanes
Last note explaines
Eternal divide
Buy the ticket
Take the ride
Calluses for a trade
Writing to stay sane
A tongue to get laid
Never getting paid