Met a man outside the corner store.
He pet my dog, told me,
"I'm just out of Kinghaven.
I'm all fixed up.
Still smoke a little pot.
Just got to watch out
For all the other shit."
He laughed the laugh of the doomed.
His colour was bad
He was thin,
He was happy.
I told him to,
"Keep it clean,"
Then we shook hands
And said,
"Merry Christmas,"
To one another
Before going our separate ways
Through the powdery snow.
Takes a fucking man to
Get treatment
Before Christmas.
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