Baker street
where the whores slink around like they belong
Baker street.
you take a walk and are gone.
to the ally ways
and the side streets
and through the trees lining each side.
you can see his eyes from an attic window.
he watches.
and absorbs your manerisms.
and the thoughts in your mind.
you are no longer origional.
your thoughts no longer your own.
forget your worries.
and let your mind float in rootbeer.
you will think sweeter thouhgts in a moment.
8:37 pm - Monday, May. 20, 2002
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