Can’t you feel the angst just eating at you?
Tape your knuckles for the fight
Someone said the first shall be the last
See you on the streets tonight
And if you change your mind
Here and now-with the rising tide
If you change your mind
Cast your nets on the other side
You are not the contents of your wallet,
You are not the space you rent.
When you're eighty-five with no scars to show-
The winner of our discontent.
Whose lips have you been kissing?
Hang your future from a blade.
Win it all, but something's missing-
Maybe drank the wrong Kool-Aid?
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