Thought i felt a chill 

Thought an underrated skill 

A hazard to the emotionally challenged 


Fibers from a rope 

In the roughness of your hand you cope 

With cuddles and the gentle revolution 


The guts and gluttony 

The chicken of the sea 

Will hardly fill your restless void 

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The useless crap you sell 

Will leave us 

More or less annoyed 


Down the street you go 

Rumors of a one man show 

How silly we can be about the future 


Parent to the cause 

A hustle through and then you pause 

To study or to ponder or reflect 


It's laid out in a line 

That curves and breaks with time 

And underscores this fragile nation 

But i guess it's right 

To love the girls who fight 

Off our manly acts of desperation