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Back Streets & Boot Straps
Ain’t got no gun.
No knife or kazoo.
Just paper & pen.
& a dog named Boo.
I’m an existential threat—
even if the sun don’t shine.
You keep yours;
I’ll keep mine.
Never killed nobody—
just a dream or two.
Kicked a can once;
it was the thing to do.
I’m an existential threat—
living outside time.
You kick yours;
I’ll kick mine.
Tears splash my eyes.
Kisses slap my lips.
My heart is stone-cold,
but my moves are hip.
I’m an existential threat—
living without love.
I’ll kiss your lips;
you kiss mine.
Sat-tur-days I stay home—
nights, too.
My dreams are dead,
got nothin’ to do.
I’m an existential threat—
writin’ prose & rhymes.
I’ll read your words;
you read mine.