.In a bar in downtown Dale an old man tells a tale.
He screams of a day of poets where
The streets are ours not theirs.
He screams piss on everything.
My leather jacket is zipped up and ready.
The boots on my feet, they keepmy steady.
I want to join the gang on sing.
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