Mechanical Men
Mechanical Men Apply the brakes adjust the slack scrape your boots and bring the collars and buckets, grab my smokes
Tag: working class poem
Walking Home At 3AM
Pigeons scatter in the alley when I throw them crumbs, someone must have scared them too much to trust me
When I See These Boots
All I think of when I see these boots is a hand full of dimes squeaking at me through the
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