By Gman robertg@towers.com
Date: 5 March 2001
Where I live
WHERE I LIVE
Down on a train where eye contact don’t happen
Where the jaws of death at your heels won’t quit snappin’
Where no way in the world you would dream about nappin’
That’s where I live.
Where the lots are all vacant overrun by the weed
And day turns to darkness with a terrible speed
Where suicide thoughts take root from the seed
That’s where I live.
From Out on the fringes where lunatics roam
To dark the dark inner sanctum the monsters call home
Where feelings of goodness fade into the gloam
That’s where I live.
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