got
a writing job
earning
some pay
writing
reviews
what
can i say
mouth
breathing authors
without
a clue
constructive
criticism
isn’t
what’s due
must
be professional
can’t
speak the truth
dragons
and wagons
unoriginal,
uncouth
anyway
jenny
and daughter
went
to the bay
i’m
out and at play
on
the dark streets of decay
sipping
my whiskey
smoking
my smokes
laughing
at anything
that’s
not a joke
doing
the right thing
pennies
from heaven
work
in an office
home
by the seven
we
can play the game
act
like the we’re the same
tamed
without a name
but
when you can down
a
pint of whiskey in half an hour
on
an empty stomach
enter
and order a pint of beer
and
the bartender
doesn’t
think he shouldn’t
be
serving you
you
gotta give me my due
which
jenny does
almost
every night
with
a paddle
or a riding crop
strap
cane
and
i’m having fun
husband
to an asian wife
i’m
not groveling
but
i’m sticking around
and
having lots of sex
with
a stunning beauty
duty?
i
have a child
yes
i’m wild
jenny
doing what she’s gotta do
to
make me stay
and
not roam like a stray
on
the dark streets of decay
and
now on top of my writing royalties
there’s
a paycheck
and
you can bet
if
you know anything about asian women
jenny’s
happy
or
is that all women?
as
much as i may act like i do
i
really don’t know shit
score
some acid
take
a hit
remain
polite to the
jehovah
witnesses who
want
me to quit
the
dark streets of decay
oh
and after this
anything
i say
if
you don’t understand
i
ate the acid in my hand
will
be slipping into tripping
better
buy another pack
of
smokes now
turned
at the wiltren
korea
town
so
many asian women
walking
around
fires
burning everything down
cajon
pass
i’m
just looking at her ass
hit
my flask
rip
off my flask
horrify
the hordes
with
my true face
nothing
can be replaced
once
it’s consumed by fire
hollywood
desire
all
the audience requires
is
i read my poem
“how
to get rid of japanese clover”
i
wrote it in june 2014
but
it seems it’s
my
most popular poem
for
me that moment is gone
a
forgotten song
but
the girl i wrote about
still
resonates
she
was the ex
who
inspired the first volume of
the
dark streets of decay
and
yet if the body is a temple
it’s
simple
she’s
the idol in the altar
of
my mind
that
i would still worship
but
not every goddess
will
allow you to repent
even
if you submit to the lash
fire
renders all to ash
and
rebuilding isn’t always worth it
my
mp3 starts to ease
“look
on down from the bridge”
mazzystar
i
quit counting cars
stand
against a wall
listen
repeat
listen
this
is religion
and
the closest
god
will ever get to me
no
one is free
we
are bound by the sound
of
what we decree
we
should be
there
is no reality
no
truth
no
absolutes
the
instinct of locust consuming
and
when the genocide of pesticides
stem
the tide
we
coincide with nothingness
it
just is
and
then it isn’t
and
that’s all it ever was
without
a because
including
you
nothing
is due
when
will the blind ever see
that
one plus two equals three
because
the ants on this anthill
said
it does
the
universe is not a velvet glove
caressing
your cock
the
universe mocks
the
relevance of your existence
continued
persistence
your
feelings matter
sorry
i shatter
but
after the flesh for fantasy
you
will not be
and
all that motivation
is
just castration
we
are all just eunuchs
in
the temple of god
none
of us will reproduce
and
be survived
we
just die
it’s
all a fucking lie
i
do what i do for my own reasons
but
treason?
means
there’s an order to things
how
is it that human beings
evidence
as proof of conviction
court
reporter, dictation
but
all detectives detect
without
any clues
there’s
just me and you
and
i’m not even sure we exist
but
city planners have mapped out
a
lot of tunnels for us to dig
in
this ant farm
and
dig we do
sir,
madam
free
your mind
(the
fake was more than i could take)
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