For each and every other,
There's something to be said.
There’s something to be said for –
The security guards
With coke nails.
There something to be said for –
The alcoholics
That moonlight as bartenders.
There’s something to be said for –
The huddled mother,
Cradled child and cusped copper.
There’s something to said for –
The recluse with word,
Broken atop a glass of wine.
For each and every other,
There’s something to be said,
But one knows not another word.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
For each and every other,
There's something to be said.
There’s something to be said for –
The security guards
With coke nails.
There something to be said for –
The alcoholics
That moonlight as bartenders.
There’s something to be said for –
The huddled mother,
Cradled child and cusped copper.
There’s something to said for –
The recluse with word,
Broken atop a glass of wine.
For each and every other,
There’s something to be said,
But one knows not another word.
This is what I see when I walk down the street, "bop-bop-bah-do-bop!"
