WHILST WALKING WHEN THE SOUTHERN WIND CHANGES ITS DIRECTION
AND BECOMES A NOR-EASTER SUCH AS A FESTERING INFECTION
I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO GO WHERE MY WORN OUT SHOES WILL TAKE ME
UNTIL I REACH FAR ENOUGH SOUTH FOR THE SATANIC SUN TO BAKE ME
SO PEOPLE SEE ME WALKING AND INQUIRE WHY I DO NOT DRIVE A CAR
AND I TELL THEM "BECAUSE WERE I TO HAVE A CAR I'D DRINK AFTER LEAVING A BAR"

PANAMA PETE, THE OWNER OF A BAR ON EIGHTH AVENUE, KNOWS VODKA IS WHAT I DRINK
AND PRECISELY HOW MANY SHOTS I NEED TO NO LONGER THINK
SINCE DRINKING AT EIGHT A.M ONLY LEADS TO TROUBLE WITH THE LADIES OR THE LAW
AND PLEASE DON'T ASSUME THAT ALOCOHOL IS MY ONLY FLAW
SO I LEAVE OLD PETE WITH HIS PANAMA HAT'S BRIM WELL WORN
AND MORE OFTEN THAN NOT WAKE UP UPON SOME STRANGER'S LAWN
HOW I GOT THERE AND WHY ARE QUERIES I AM INDIFFERENT TO
AND TAKE MY WORD FOR IT, I AM NOTHING AT ALL LIKE YOU
YOU PROBABLY HAVE LOVED ONES WHO WOULD CARE WHEN AND IF YOU DIE
I, HOWEVER, COULD EXPIRE AND NOT A SOUL ON EARTH WOULD CRY
NO MOANS, NO GROANS NOR TEARS WOULD BE TO SHED
FOR ONLY PANAMA PETE WILL MISS ME WHEN I AM DEAD
OTHER PEOPLE I'VE CHEATED WILL CARE NOT BECAUSE THEY DESPISE ME
AND NO TUXEDO, THREE PIECE SUIT OR PIN-STRIPES CAN DISGUISE ME
I AM THAT WHICH I AM DUE TO A DETRIMENTAL MIND
AND PEOPLE CAN TELL WHAT I AM EVEN IF THEY'RE BLIND
SO I RISE ON THAT STRANGER'S LAWN AND MUST KEEP ON THE READY TO RUN
WHILE WALKING AGAINST THE WICKED WIND AND THE SORDID SUN

I AM A WALKING AND TALKING ENIGMA, RIDDLE AND/OR PUN
AND WILL BE SO UNTIL THIS FARCE OF A LIFE IS MERCIFULLY DONE
BECAUSE I WAS BORN BY WINNERS BUT BIRTHED TO LOSE
AND DAMN I SURE COULD USE A NEW PAIR OF SHOES
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