you got to put the time in
and eat soup from the can
work the corner for the man
and leave the habit home
wake up with blood preheated to hot
close your eyes when you are dead
she's got a look, kissing your head
the snoring genius half-emptied
don't smile when they smile first
and ask about your parents and your weather
pick a friend, and fight together
the evils of the smiling world
never leave unfinished bottles
they'll come back to finish you
amidst the honesty, there's truth
but too scarce to be trusted |