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The streets of North Beach have made me soft, The ones on the East side of Columbus. Before, I used to walk the streets past street sheets And addiction, addicted to the complexities of my existence. Prolonging the day in pulsating unfeeling, I closed my eyes without worry for sleep. In the Loin you can get anything that you want if you want it And closed mouths never get fed so you ask. It’s important to sell postcard pictures at Walgreens though To remind us all of where we really are. Sups write legislation to close the parks after a certain hour Because surely those without a home will cease to exist if there is a posted sign. The Mayor gets an erection with every erected crane taller than five stories high, and Cops read romance novels outside of the Hilton for protection. Hide your shit, ferries back and forth, tickets to Alcatraz, blazing saddles, bike the Golden Gate, I love visiting but I could never live here, there are just too many of the gays, but keep the niners, Or, bring the superbowl, or billionaire boaters, build more buildings, yes! I see another crane! And Herb Cain laments that he has run out of vodka. Here in North Beach, it’s the 6 AM chardonnay shakes outside Vieni Vieni, It’s the Saloonitics, unwanted patron picture behind the bar indicating wake. And the Cops here used to wear uniforms inside Gino and Carlos before shifts at Central, Now they dress down but drink up with more corruption. Never trust a cop says the cop on his bike and Booker smiles, We are all Socialists here. We are high class imbibers on this side of town And we are a better sort of existentialist Aint none of us have a problem that can’t be solved with one more shot of Fernet. Marina dwellers, transplants from New England drink here, play drunken kickball here, Get reported by their neighbors for changing their wood sash windows to vinyl ones Aspire for membership at the Olympic Club, play golf on their work breaks, Design apps to qualify data about gelato, piss and moan that their keg party is served by Aaron Peskin North Beach has made me soft. We worry about walls blocking views of the Bay, Trader Joes Has been out of Soy-rizo for over two weeks and no one, I mean no one there has any answers as to why...