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1992 (In The Balance)
CEE
This neighborhood soured, years ago
Putting a bank and ATM, here
Is like saying,
“Please cut my throat”
I transact, anyway, out driving tonight
Access to cash handed me
In a new-fashioned way I can spend it,
Pop is addled, has handed off
It’s up to me, now
Me and Crystal Pepsi
And hot, fat sandwiches
The Day of Reckoning
For refusing to live as one must
One who does not do the dance steps
Therefore merits no prize
That Day of “I can’t pay this”,
Is on its way, Headless Horseman of
What Was I Thinking,
I know damned well what,
I’m out of fucking-pop
And I was down here, by our
Corncob projects
And I stopped at the ATM
So I can live as I choose
In a country where, to live as you choose
You do as you’re told
I never have Not proudly
And it shows
