Which faith I lose first
a) my life not worth the swing of the line
b) my poem doesn't deserve all
The people I cram in
To choke it
An old poet came in with a handful of pomade.
Want a medal for that?
May I have nothing between the air
And my scalp
If I can't always shave my hair
(Can't have my boy averse to the barber)
May they always dance
A populace
Of skinny wind vanes
I proceed where I have to
Song meets me every step
Never going my way
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