Half a block outside my hostel there was this brick.
It was just lying there on the sidewalk,
every day and every night.
"hell," I grumbled, sweating past it one night,
on my way home from the bars.
"if somebody doesn't move that fuckin' brick,
some drunk fool is gonna stop some night,
pick it up and put it through a window,
right where it belongs."
I walked a few feet further,
looked back, then forced myself to keep going.
"ho ho!" I laughed. "and that drunk fool will probably be me!"
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