I’ve made some weird choices,

So now I try walk healthy paces,

Tuning music up to bobble street.

But it’s something indeed to pass a humble doorway cloaking crew,

When no offer they make, but a whiff of meth passes direct to face,

I don’t think they were trying to be generous, nor I sniff a crack pipe,

But by far it ranks the most stimulating adventure I’ve had in a while,

A night so vivid, my steps so animated, my teeth so numbingly spry.

And every passing face took me places I felt were an imposition on their purity,

I thought of all the dates I’d had, all those body’s I’ve stroked close to my side,

But all I could do was limp along like a noodle with too much thrusting action.

But hell, if walking at night means good health,

I’ll fucking speed around all these rolling days!