.Great days are becoming
A matchlight liquor establishment
Where the factory soaks its scabs
It hangs there like insectrocutioner>
Over the big river>
Scum of us rinsed by a hard rain
The tar, the teeth & the gear>
Yet no trail
All around the camp
And that is our game.
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