I’LL HIT THIS ONE FAIR

I’ll hit this one fair

into your foul

territory.

Chase

it

down,

I won’t move.

The lying required

to survive

an

afternoon

in a blue collar

is my religion

of

tired.

Adam’s curse.

Eve’s anonymous

lip

service.

I’m losing my voice

in the shout

for

pay.

Let me say

something to your

mood: restlessness

cures.