Extinguisher

Butts in the cracks of the sidewalk
As if Somebody's lining them up
Sirens on the block behind Me
Somebody's slipped in Their truck

Hopefully not on My street
Hopefully on a side street

I scratch My lip with My teeth
As the wind blows on My cheek

It emerges like a thought from the mind pool

Cigs in the cracks of the sidewalk
As if Somebody's lining them up
Sirens on the block behind Me
Somebody's slipped in Their truck

Hopefully out of the way
Hopefully We'll be able
To maintain Our efficiency

It emerges like a thought from the mind pool



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Writer(s): Adam Reid
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