as
things get desperate
i'd
be willing to pull a
word
out
of any orifice
i
could lay my hands on
after
all
my
dad would say
he'd
go as far as
joining
the steamfitters
if
that was the only union around
sometimes
(maybe always)
you
just have to
improvise
scramble
down the highway
til
that
word
hits
you
head
on
the
clouds are getting grayer
by
the minute
pressure's
building
there's
a pile of boiler pipe
with
nowhere to go
my
dad would probably say
just keep
looking
--- e b bortz
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