the smoke circles and floats into nothing
making silent mochery of our complex beings
the cars pass, the music plays
and the sun still never fails to set
lies are told, great stories unfold
with laughter dancing into the night
cops still try
for the souls that strive on brakeable rules
battles from either side of the tracks
by ones that are not so far apart
though still being from different worlds
parliaments to marlboros
chiodos to lil whyte
coffee shops to the strip
both with sex, drugs, alcohol, high emotion
and the same judgements of each other
the sun still rises, with cars passing
music playing and laughter dancing
the smoke always circles, and floats into nothing
`frankie
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