There Are Men Standing Near The Entrance
They’ll stand there forever, you know, if we let them There are men standing there with knives and guns A rope Waiting for someone like me to walk by To walk proudly by, boisterously, confidently by I decide to oblige them I walk by I carry a knife and a gun and a rope with me They watch me walk by. They grind their teeth, they snarl, they watch me walk by My boots have heels, I seem taller I’ve a large dog with me....