Tiptoeing through the used condoms Strewn on the piers Off the west side highway Sunset behind the skyline of jersey Walking towards the water With a fetus holding court in my gut My body highjacked My tits swollen I'm sore The river has more colors at sunset than my sock drawer ever dreamed of I could wake up screaming sometimes But I don't I could step off the end of this pier But I've got shit to do And I've an appointment on tuesday To shed uninvited blood and tissue I'll miss you I say to the river To the water To the son or Daughter I thought better of I could fall in love with jersey at sunset But I leave The view To the rats And tiptoe back
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