There’s always a fifth man in the cab.
The fifth man
Pathetic pitiable
Ignored
Smoked out
And the one to go out
Before the ride begins
The fifth man never finds a place in the cab.
Find on his face
The smoke’s trail
Find in his look
Written bold
FAIL.
He’s the one without a place
He’s the one leaving no trace
He’s the one without a room in the cab.
Find on his face
(though you wouldn’t care to look)
the smoke’s trail
of time and again failing
to find a room
find in his look
written bold
DOOM.
For the fifth man there’s no space in the cab.
While others win
(or so they think)
ends his journey
before it begins.
The fifth man is forever out of the race.
Never makes one of four
When closes the cab’s door.
Find on his face
Written bold
LOST DEAL.
The fifth man ever out of the cab
Still
Isn’t a fifth man
By his own free will!
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