I've come a long way
to get here:
prowled through the cityscape
to get to about five different places
to swim through
769 bottles of beer
I have nothing to tell, child.
I thank you for giving me credit
for the head start of a few years
my muddy soles don't tell no tales.
I am the hobo with no backpack.
the uneventful spirit.
the 40-year old virgin
upon afternoon away
on a rocking chair
in that big old dark house around the corner