i met a man like america
drinking on the rough
side of thunder bay
bottled beer & whiskey
50yrs old strong
& insecure
looking at the young punks
hanging around
trying to take his place
as the man as
the baddest sonofabitch on simpson street
he settles it with a broken
bottle or a pool cue
& lately
he's been carrying a knife
doubled-edged
tucked into his boot
he knows one of these
young motherfuckers got one
so he needs to be ready
sitting in my dark
corner watching
him rage & he
doesn't see the other
me's hiding in the dark
small angry
biding our time
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