the layers of los angeles lay upon my skin

l. a. born and bred

culturally underfed

 

i’ll lick your neck till i infect

your vagina with my semen

 

brawl for no reason at all

 

if you got it

          i’ll smoke it

          drink it

          swallow it

          drop it

 

and i’ll look good doing it

 

i saw a man on a sidewalk

no legs

laying on his belly

playing with a toy

everyone walked on by

in l. a. you have to be pleasing to the eye

and…

well, that’s all that matters

to matter

 

right dress will impress

superficial ugliness

 

don’t talk to me

if you do

i have the right to be rude

nobody talks in l. a.

this ain’t wisconsin

 

l. a. people listen to

whatever they are told to

hip and cool you learn in school

media moguls make up our minds

our lives are a daily grind

but we look good doing it

 

on freeways you pay the price

everyday a huge slice

is cut out of time waiting for to traffic to move

 

i’m not talking suburban dwellers

attics and cellars

i’m talking concrete and gray

holding sway

delineating your limited view

 

but we are the chosen few

an address makes us cool

and i walk these golden streets

i was formed in its womb

in l. a. we hide the tombs

notice me and i will live forever

no need to be clever

if pocket pads are the new fad

and you act like it’s something you always had

then you are in the know

 

and yes we’re all on drugs

prescribed or otherwise

listing a stars filmography

makes you wise

 

the internet will not protect

your anonymity

you will upload and be exposed

and hopefully discovered

as long as you don’t mind

getting under the covers

for hollywood fame

 

there’s nothing new here i proclaim

i play the game

the real problem is

i love it

 

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