Tiptoeing Through The Used Condoms Strewn On The Piers Off The West Side Highway Sunset Behind The Skyline Of Jersey Walking Towards The Water With A Fetus Holding Court In My Gut My Body Highjacked My Tits Swollen I'm Sore The River Has More Colors At Sunset Than My Sock Drawer Ever Dreamed Of I Could Wake Up Screaming Sometimes But I Don't I Could Step Off The End Of This Pier But I've Got Shit To Do And I've An Appointment On Tuesday To Shed Uninvited Blood And Tissue I'll Miss You I Say To The River To The Water To The Son Or Daughter I Thought Better Of I Could Fall In Love With Jersey At Sunset But I Leave The View To The Rats And Tiptoe Back