THE SINKER

Slow down, you're breaking daylight

Think about what he just told you

If you can't get it the first time

Well, you've only got so many fingers left

And aren't you getting it so kind

Lucky that it's just an earful of tobacco spit and blood projecting

Back at his gaping lip on the hit of

Letting you know, if you didn't before

There was a time when a breather was a ticket to

Hovering, collar in his hand

Against the pavement, how to understand