Free verse № 56540
Border towns & the runs
A border town faceless
and hostile as a car bomb
With sailors and donkeys
for prostitutes that pull
their life's work behind them
in a suitcase with loud wheels.
A drunk bald tattoed spic
gets his head bashed in
with a Corona bottle
While I'm talking to a
cute and pudgy beauty
that thinks I'm as fruity
As parrot soup & chili verde.
Everything is for sale
Everyone is waiting
To take you into
their door and give
you a taste of your
own medicine.
One last walk around
the cobblestoned block
A beautiful street walker
flashes me her plump brown
tits then pulls up her skirt
To top that with a prick.
I flick my cigarette
and then show her mine's
bigger than hers, limp.
Later, I go eat at something
resembling a Denny's
I order using the "English" menu
I get the "scrabeled eggs and Bakon"
with a smile turned mad grin.
When the sun finally arrives
I find a crack to climb into,
to sleep it off, to wait it out.
Having no intention of seeing
these filthy in between people
returning back to normal.
Because, I know we won't ever
let them. It's too fucking
affordable and less risky.
17 comments
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but your use of words such as... the "n word" and others disturbs me greatly. I'm just a repressed politically correct canuck I guess.
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fourth verse is like an eminem lyric, funny
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