.Dickheads shit-talk, huddled single-file
First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads
Who will never walk a mile
Or mourn a murdered friend
In this tiny woman's shoes.
Drink up and mumble your abuse.
I'm still humbled by it all:
Around the same time
That I was riding w.
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