I need some fresh feet
I need a road that knows me
and invisible legs
that are always strong
with no powdered wigs and
no jails around (to hound me)
man hold that peace pipe
nah its upside down
heck I know the locals
they don’t mess around…
much!
ha ha ha
jes listen to that chug chug
pulling in the yot tub
breathing the whole thing in
waving the tall flag
on rigging thats been sprung
i’ll give it to the CAL TRAN
that interchange
is a son of a gun
went escaping from the city
noise and havoc had me wrung
out the door to freedom
wrest from clutch of babylon
alternatives advance
the quiet healing moments
that sometime stretch too thin
reveal that tinnitus within
I wanted some thing more permanent
much more adequate
before I cashed it in
lord i don’t have money to go
preaching in the church
I seek the wisdom to know
when I’ve found
security and some fun
my preaching was proof
of their free will
just remember
I never convert on a first date
I’m a traveler
every 54 years I migrate to another county
the situation worked this way on me
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