We'Re Moving Again

In the poetic violence he will sing With such manners as to offend all But on the road does it really matter Never again will he see them He's painted lawns with others' blood Because he will never return to places so dramatic The man he has become is too laid back Not he will disrupt others but distract When they look away he'll be gone in a flash And when the lights are off he will stay So many occurances have the words he dreads Been spoken to not come back home "We're moving" heard much too often And much too often does he stay nights Inns annotated as others' homes He has made home And the road simply his driveway