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If we walk alone

we die alone

in this city 

by the sea

It's not safe 

here anymore

I think now

more than ever

you know

what I mean

I'm not going home

or to your home

until I've had a drink

or seventeen

to loosen me up to

popular civility

If I'm to be content of sobriety

Then I'm discontent on society

So let's see that drink

or if not that

a prison sentence

Hurry, give me electricity

a sharp shock 

to spur me from

this digital coma

Quickly, pry this mechanical bullshit

from my hands then

toss it in the river

a plan I am a fan of

Follow my footsteps

the pitter patter 

of nervous feet

clicking nervously down

the devil's asphalt where

the bums panhandle

while prositutes in the back ally...

they moan feverishly

River rats escape

the horrors of the sewer

only to cough up blood

and spin like carousels

at the carnival

Make way for plagues,

Plagiarize the pathetic

if that makes it worth it

but your own life is still

a terrible tragedy,

So let's celebrate,

But to be honest

I've had enough of this city

the one that's never safe,

The one we've had enough of

when we have our sense of escape

Give me a better reason

you would want to stay here,

or a date you would wish to move

And don't just say it's your home

A lie that quickly swoons the senses