people
of los angeles live in denial
that we’re not weird
we’re
judge by how well we steer
at high speeds
in and out of traffic
everyone
is very guarded
some even think they’re a bad ass
until they die
by being on the wrong end of a gun
oh
what fun it is to live in l. a.
losers
laying in the lingering lie
by
the tales of TMZ we live or die
most
of us are high
while
we talk about holistic organics
don’t
panic
it’s
just another earthquake
but
fear we will fake
auditioning
for directors of decorum
arena
and forum
every
sidewalk a stage
and
i have the leading role
talk
about death tolls
lick
your latte along the rim
your
tongue is the surface i skim
hey
this
is l. a.
fucking
is the only thing
that doesn’t make you fat
i
graciously accept your congrats
as i receive another oscar
while
the latex lingers with the promise
it didn’t spill
morning
fills
and
i finally come to the conclusion
that
with this congested confusion
i am madly in love
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