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Smelly Scum Child. (Free verse) by Y2kSlamPoet

[ It appears that this poem was lost in my travel pack. ] [ Unfortunately I found it and just HAD to share it with y'all.] I am prophet disguised as a street urchin deluded ex-yuppie poet cruisin' back alleys & lurchin-- gone stupid & I know it in Portland on heroin & apathetically searchin'. The quintessential joke: A raggedy bearded 'n soiled bum begging for the holy smoke, or at least some change for cheap rum-- Always straight fucking broke. I am the stink moochin off of your soul, taking myself to the brink & fillin up this hole in my vein so I don't have to think-- backin it up with a stiff drink. I am ScumChild, running wild & strange, askin' you for more change-- refusing to, Always.

Bethy 2-Sep-08/9:12 AM
Crazy as it may seem, there is actually a story in this horrid evening of a "high" I prefer the natural high, (air) but to each his own.




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