Bogeyman
By Andrew Fusek-Peters And Polly Peters
On the corner stands a man
That everyone knows by sight,
And in his hand, a lager can
That turns his day to night.
The sun is shining bright,
For him, it’s started to sink,
His mind a foggy twilight,
Filled with darkening drink.
If only he could stop and think
And throw away the can,
But all day long, like a statue,
On the corner, stands a man.
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