skyline
!hard to see the monkeys
stacked in my back pack
traveling on buses and trains in my youth
i pass junkies and hookers
having private sex in public rooms
in error
i touched a hypodermic needle
and washed my hands for years
my heart protects the steeple
while caught up in it's gears
street smart and book crooked
i looked the part of hood
torture turned to hook it
and formed the common good
now comes the gunman
the sun is coming out
shining guns and yellow youth
no one goes without
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