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Life on the Sidewalk (with superfluous vulgarisms) (Sonnet) by ?-Dave_Mysterious-?

Life hurts, Son, My mother advised me, In between puffs on her crack pipe, Life really fucking hurts. I thought my girlfriend understood me, But shit no! She was just another fucking ho, Vending cunt down some scum-ridden bar. In sex there's no fulfilment, The stinking beads of sweat, Running down my erect cock, Provide no anaesthesia. This city is like a weeping sore, It eats away at my very sole, Day after fucking day, Relentless despair is my burden. Last year, my best bud was mown down, In a pointless fucking drive-by, I held up a liquor store to get even, Shit, that's just the way things are around here. I guide the needle in, For a while it will numb my senses, Leaving me oblivious to the torment, Of my shitty everyday life. Fuck it! No one sees the pain inside.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 29-Sep-03/1:01 PM
Shit man I'll let you be the judge of that when I tell you I'm the coolest cat this side of crazy town. Been up to my ears in the shit and the hipsters didn't even know what hit 'em. Got a real bad rep for being a loose cannon - the shits don't mess with me 'cos they don't want to be cacked up in nappy of their own shit after messing with my shit for more than a couple of minutes! You gotta problem downtown - I'm your man. I've been around the block, and then, after I did that, I went around the next block and got totally spazzed up on some gear I found smeared on the underside of a discarded potato. You want results? I can get ya results. But when the shit goes down and the stakes go up, then there ain't a cat alive who'd point to a pile of shit on the cobbles of easy street and say "I did that, buddy"




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