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Border towns & the runs (Free verse) by horus8

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.

DurtKL 17-Jul-03/6:25 PM
this is great stuff man




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