Shiny but dull duct tape
Strapped across a shoe
Coiled, wrapped, and cuffed.
Oh the taste of Smirnoff
What's a man to do?
Inner greed wins over hate
DEFEAT, DENY, DEADEND
Wake me up, let this dream be
This must all be pretend
I'd give a breath for a quarter
A nickel, or even a dime
A petty man's lost fortune
Is all but mine to find
Life is found strewn across pavement
Easily broken, like a child's chalk
Piece by piece crushed in the cement
A tangled man,
Even the pigeons could mock.