Cling and Bow

Starch a shirt, a menial task.

Wash a pair of pants,

Drink from a flask.

Beware of infinite losses,

Clinging to your arm

In the middle of the night.

Don’t pick a fight.

You might, I know.

Catch the flow

Of air conditioning

On my skinny toes.

Feel the ringing in your ear.

Try to steer your car

Away from trouble now.

Cling and bow.

Cling and bow.