To what defines;
Born to an illustrious line of carnies and thieves
The only good work is hard work.
Put in on the streets; grey asphalt filled with bright light
In desolate homes -filled with trophies- lacking love.
Within bloodskills
Without work that oyster then may be purloined.
Clear clairvoyant ripples
and the fear of looking out into the future
and finding nothing. and finding a decayed body.
The World as an orange-
The World as a coffin nail-
Peeled and delicious! Hard and final!
Lucky fate...Unlucky future...
Terrible words! Not longed for the page must be sung!
There. Sing that song for me
Unsung son of the sucessful orange.
Sung child of the Left hand nail
The fate of a lucky future, unluckily.
