swim through the images
your journey warped by competing currents
against the stream
with the stream
endless push and pull
the required that still feels hollow, fruitless
whip about mostly controlled by the movements of your school
live in fear of being picked out by a predator and hunted down
pulled over by a cop
dumped by another lover
lose another job
laugh we tell ourselves when the mood is gone
an old cabbie saw me all bummed out one day and said
"Scott,
I get bummed out,
I think about pussy and steaks.
Always works, man.
Pussies and steaks.
Cheers you right up."
the old emotional-switcharoo...
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