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The Song of the Subway Kid “So much noise, so much noise, Merely glimpses of the rhythm theory... rhythm theory.” I’m surprised he doesn’t go deaf. “It’s very hard”, he said, “to get some rest. So much noise, so much noise” The Subway Kid Ridin’ home on his train and his brain pounds and pounds His shifty eyes flash back and forth, back and forth between suspicious people Ridin’ home on his train He parks his ass in a frat house and works across the street In the college town of Berkeley he gets drunk twice a week He’s got bills to pay rent and tuition ain’t cheap It’s a good thing he smokes ganja otherwise he’d probably freak out, and as it stands now, he deals to make ends meet He’s an excellent student, with a 3.8 GPA He sells acid by the vial, doesn’t often sleep He shakes and shakes, struggling with his neuroses So look out for the Subway Kid Because he’s 6'2'’ and 250lbs He’s bitter and maniacal and he’ll grow up to be a lawyer someday, someday His vicious heart aches Ridin’ Ridin’ on the subway At 20 years old he’s learning Yoga He paints, and writes poetry too A scholar, a big puffy ninny at times hood over his head At 20 years old Ridin’ Ridin’ on the subway line And as as and and and as it clickers with a clamor though his brain His head pounds and pounds while his body shakes and shakes Always alert this gentle Samurai night, after night rides and rides home on the subway |
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This is not a poem about me, it's a friend of mine
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