Tomato Wrist
Decisions-decisions
Do you take a job where it's always womb-warm
working for dirty broken pennies
or poke around in the wind and cold
for a taste of that sweet northern gold.
Do you marry the stable steady
with the ice box that's rarely ready.
or stick with the gold jigging, rock-sucking vagabond...
To take the shortcut through the war zone.
or go around the world just to get back home.
Do you turn the other cheek for eternity?
Or bash them in the skull and set yourself free.
Do you slowly yellow away
or tend to your wrist on a whim and call it a day?
Decisions-decisions
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