1600 Celsius from Submarine Subversion by the Ghostwrite

I spent those first two months
drinking at the Green Castle
A local well
in the town we call home

Broken windows
falling buildings
Everyone seems to be hanging on

Monday. 3 PM.
Curt and I get started
Talking socialized medicine with Bob
Kathy tells us to knock it off
The bar wants to pay for theirs
I guess we're communists
We must be all alone
because that hospital closed down

Lets watch these mills pump pollution
instead of our blood
Lets watch UPMC pull this town's plug
and build a shrine in its place
honoring prior iron fists
Dedicated to henchmen with names like Frick

Broken windows
falling buildings
everyone seems to be hanging on
Broken bottles
busted liver
she seems to be hanging on

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• pittsburgh
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