#02 (Harangued)
with a beard and a weary face
i head out into the town
tired eyes and tired hearts
result in nothing but wretched frowns
cider splashes down my jeans
i slip and fall on the floor
i bump i bang i get harangued
and then im shown the door
waiting for a taxi head in my hands
urination down the filthy alleyways
vomit bursts from my cracked lips
its all the same day after day
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