He’s a mad fella

Livin’ on a single dime

But no, he wouldn’t tell her

That he’s on borrowed time

An acid haze

A livid face

The mad fella thrives

Heart as fat

As a bank teller

Unknowing, unknowing

He’s on borrowed time

Mama, this ain’t a phase

Just take a look at

His reedy face

The streets are pure grime

Oh, it’s so divine

Livin’ on a single dime

And on borrowed time

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Cover image by Alexandro David. The copyright of POETRY | Strippin’ At Sunset belongs to Karisshma Kaur.