With a sip from the cup of ace,
Into the wilderness we boxers go...
But which way is tomorrow?
The bridge is broken, old man
How can I reach the heights of
Someone with the sun on his chest?
Plato sings the passions while
Muddy Waters sings the blues
But sometimes ash doesn't come by
The stroke of our thumos
These tomorrows are yesterdays
And the kids can't wait for June to come
Or can they? I can't see or hear
'Least from this side of the bridge
Written by Janette B on March 30, 2023. FUCK COPYRIGHT!