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Another snowy day which will become a snowy night No socks on my feet My boots are wet I have raw, red blisters. Go into a McDonald's And sit in a corner. Lift my wet feet out of wet boots And rest them on the cold tiles, lightly. On the wall there is a framed picture of Ronald McDonald A teardrop frozen upon his face The way the white powdered skin of his lips is sheathed tight Beneath a red painted frown Looks like skin sheathing a swollen ***** Bellevue psychiatric hospital staff wheel me around In a quaint wooden wheelchair And listen to me tell them about the cat I have to feed The rent I have to pay My endless retreat Then release me back to the streets With dried boots and dried feet.