(AlexanderNaydock)
He was the king of the back seat
Of drunk reverie
Saw him escorted out of a Mets game
On network T.V.
Kept his head in the clouds
With any cheap high he could cull
In his cancered Impala
And his hog shirts
And his head tapes played dull
He lived in a company house
In the Pardeesville woods
With a stir crazy dog
And a graveyard of old
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