Mooch

It’s clear to him and everyone like him
Where the sidewalks turn
When he needs to leave
Buy a pack of smokes
And walk down the Ohio
They don’t smoke the first one last
They give the last one away
Give it all away
It’s clear to him and everyone like him
Giving the gift is impossible
Forget it
Leave it alone and move towards the sidewalks
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
Inhale and exhale and the smoke comes through your teeth
It resembles the smoke stacks and incinerators
Where they stand, where they grow, where they breathe
He breathes on by the highway, enchanted by the car lots
He’ll keep his distance, he’ll do without
Stating that certain things are impossible
He’ll do without
Uneffected and unaffected
This man will be free from pain
Free from guilt
Free from innocence
Free from emotion
Free from integrity
Free from any sort of
Love or anger
He’ll never be moved
All he’s in it for is the work
And all he ever does is work
He’s not here to think about it
And there’s no question
Leave him alone and the work will get done
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale