Desuetude

I was going down’a street

And a woman stopped me down the street

I asked her what street

She told me, very discreet,

I knew all along,

All alone, I was walking back and fro

For years and years in the same street

With a sickenin’ sanctimonious smile

From ma head to feet

Oh my god, can it be true?

I asked myself, lookin’ down ma feet,

Down the dizzyin’ street:

And a someone said

“Yeah, yeah, son,

You fuckin’ should have done unto others

As you would have others do unto you,

But the ignorant fuck you are,

You just passed the warnin’ signs

And your guts filled with lice.”

I raised ma head, to see the someone

But with the discreet woman gone,

what the fuck have I done?

And where’s the guy that spoke and run?

I don’t think I cried

I don’t think I sat down

I don’t think I despaired

I don’t think I won

…But the street continued to hum,

Continued to pass the people afoot,

Without actually getting to know anyone…

Yeah, as I was sayin,

I was walkin down a street

I continued down the street

With nuthin’ guidin’ ma poor feet

I just walked down the street…