Sleet in my face, gales in my nose
I limp alone the flashing billboards of Broadway,
My leg is hurt and I am weak...
the chasms of Manhattan.
Is it to know exquisite pain,
the reason I am marching
or punishment I'm wanting?
Why stop to hail a taxi ?
More times I care to count,
LSD'd and libertine, I walked the extra mile.
Through sheer exhaustion, I've since repented.
Why bother to take E-Train ?
Unless you're born of woman, spotless
from broken sinner you are fashioned.
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