When you "march to the beat of a different drummer", you march alone. you're often the only one "Looking for the Perfect Beat" (Bambaataa) and you don't even have that fictional drummer by your side that everyone promises you
funny, my father was a "drummer'. not a Loman though. not "Better Off" or worth more Dead than alive.
well hopefully, it won't be that way, finally, down the Streets of Laredo eh? for any of us. but we won't even be alive to see it, sigh
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