how it is
Yeah yeah yeah
fair trade columbian fair trade in the cup
wishing it was sheets but I got
they tell me thats life
and I guess (though having o
other way to be convinced to
contrary results)
those are the way things are
S O C K S
as they said down south
along with tomorrow I think kerouac might
have heard this one to
that way we make our peace with
some kind of grander rhymthic thrum
might not be heaven and if I could
(find a better word though who tries too hard
these days) might have come more prepared
best gas it up and be moving on
S O C K S
right.
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