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A FRONT DOOR DU JOUR

It might be because I broke so many rules
It might be because I followed too many fools
It might be due to the life I have led
And that’s why I am halfway dead

Perhaps it was the voice of thunder
Or the spell I swiftly fell under
I followed the wrong cohorts into catastrophe
On days when I lived between an apostrophe

I had a need for a needle and syringe
And soon my devastation would make my lovers cringe
Brightness became darkness that invaded
When all my hopes too quickly faded

There were days of blood and scars revealed
And everyone wondered if I’d ever be healed
There was no magic to make of me a man
And God knows I was following Satan’s plan

Righteousness closed its eyes to me
And foolishness seemed so wise to me
But taking the wrong staircase led to a fall of grace
So thus I promptly became a hopeless case

I summarily fell through a crack
And became the flaw that broke this mammel's back
No one could pull me from the wreckage of a mind
Because there was no comfort for a man like me to find

A rock became my pillow du jour
And my cardboard box had no front door
A subway grating became my nighttime bed
And that’s why I am halfway dead
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