COMING ALONG
You know and I know
There’s something better I can do
Something better than sitting in
The Town Pub to get close to drunk
Something better than working
Like a boss telling myself
I’ll be leaving soon.
Something better than lying to myself
Is maybe you lying to me
Something better always comes along
And you keep telling me so
-- Copyright © 2010 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved.
Adapted from long-lost FROM A WAREHOUSE chapbook.
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