Grounded
Doctor's leaving for the holiday season
got crystal ice picks
no gift for the gab
and in the parking lot
is the sedan he bought
he never, he never complains when it's hot
he phoned (fowled) his swollen duaghter in the sauna
playin contract bridge (up on tuscon ridge)
they're soakin up the fauna, doin blotters
I don't know which... which...
which boys are dying on these streets
I know the medical world
could knock you out
to sell the coins that you jayed last thursday
dine by candle light
and hold your savings tight
you never, you never know
when the bridge falls apart
he spoke of latent causes, sterile gauzes
and the bedside morale
he traipsed (trapeze) around the table
talkin sentences so incomplete...plete,
please boyz are dying on these (in the) streets
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