Force the culture down
your throat: you'll get used to it.
They're a bunch of health freaks,
steam-sweat, clean, well met,
they stretch their legs at intersections.
The chicken is bland, the rice, too,
bark sounds like an oatmeal-raisin cookie.
And you know it's good for you.
So is breathing, in due time we'll
get enough blood to ears and toes.
We have to breathe so much more up here.
My heart is racing it's not my fault
there's a future on the other side of the street.
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