Sunday, July 12, 2009

Rancid

Back

On the corner
Of First and Duryea,

I thought
He’d gone off

And said

Some foul-mouthed runaway
Kid named Cid took the bacon
Cross the tracks past Commercial

And ran he did,

Brought the taste of it all
Back home to us

Nickel-and-dime bastards I swear
He did.

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