Mustard Hop

from by Lyle Christine

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I’m in line with the wretched condemned, at the gates of a hellish inferno
I’m accused of a terrible thing, earned a place in a torturous limbo
Had I risked everything to the hilt, a full commitment to grim behaviour
I’d be welcomed to the palace of pain, brush my teeth with a rusty razor

I was foolish to think you’d let me join your club of demons
I tried so hard to live a life of sin, not pure and decent

I played it safe, I’ve got myself to blame, another weed in the feral grasses
I’ve been returned to the realm of the dear, a life of hell among the witless masses

Waving you down, going to town
Stifling heat, pleasure to meet
Hitching a ride, cross the divide
Heading back home, paying the loan
Making a deal, steering the wheel,
Eyes on the road, paying what’s owed
Clearing your feet, back on the street
Watching your back, cover your track

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from Duff Steer, released March 20, 2017

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Lyle Christine Glasgow, UK

- patience of a toddler, radioactive levels of cynicism.

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