A sanitary pad along Beer Can Road Sodden and heavy with the waning night’s damp And beer cans shining in the morning sun Completing a picture of misadventure
I once found a ratchet wrench about here And a knot of twist-ties further along And a couple of disposable lighters for toking crack I’ll just give this latest detritus a miss
But on my morning stroll I won’t pass by Without a prayer for happiness for all