One foot is protruding and the other is intruding on my sight
My left one is compliant
But I can’t say the same for the right
And as I cling to the safety of the bright streetlight
Perfectly plastered and very uptight
My instincts are aware of my puzzling plight
Perhaps it would be easier to crawl
It would remove the risk of having a fall
I know I will probably look deranged
But it would be nice just to see that the scenery has changed
And although my journey may take a while
Down on all fours for a quarter of a mile
I’ll have movement
I’ll have goal
And I won’t have to hug this stupid bloody pole
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