Woke up
To the sound
Of birds crying
Some were dying
In my living room
Skid marks
My underwear
So serene
Not clean
There’s lox to like
In Nova Scotia
Nobody remembers Nelson Rockefeller
Maybe a few ice skaters
Execution Canadian style
There’s the Falls boy
And here’s your barrel
It’s a state
Cell phone problem
Gas stations
Electric fire
And one blown tire
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