We'Re Moving Again
In the poetic violence he will sing
With such manners as to offend all
But on the road does it really matter
Never again will he see them
He's painted lawns with others' blood
Because he will never return to places so dramatic
The man he has become is too laid back
Not he will disrupt others but distract
When they look away he'll be gone in a flash
And when the lights are off he will stay
So many occurances have the words he dreads
Been spoken to not come back home
"We're moving" heard much too often
And much too often does he stay nights
Inns annotated as others' homes
He has made home
And the road simply his driveway
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