The hole in my pocket creates an omen
It's no longer safe at home
And the streets become old friends
And some memories distance as the numbers increase
Every generation coming up
Is plastic surgery to the descended
But the song remains the same
There is only new favorites
Flavoring the water surrounding our halls
It's a wonder when the real poison will lurk it's way in
And develop its own streetcorner
With the urge to be the talk of the town
Mike McVeigh
2-24-02