A chip on the shoulder
never to fall
a *clack* my ears waited their life
those lines drawn on your face
how hard I’d try to erase
knowing and not knowing I cannot

There’s people and you are one
who spells happiness M-A-R-L-B-O-R-O:
and what are we but nerves?

I am you and it is how it is
that is your name and this is your house
as it is my name and it is my home
each ‘n every war left waiting
in the garden
and inane ‘neath sun they lay
for their Commander’s say
“forward”

Follow codes you wrote yourself
where words – select and frail