To Each Their Own, Wandering For That Bone
The man always on the wrong side of town
limbs tied hanging upside down; South bound
head in the sky
would look North but afraid what might be found
shakes the ropes loose, yet still tied up in his mind
a delirious man's noose, a businessman's suite, a bored man's news, a musician's flute
not a person is constrained to nothing
even a divorced, betting man is married to bluffing
couch potato is committed to thumbing
all is engaged to something
notice that the happy-go-lucky man is always humming
while he strolls about on the wrong side of town
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