Cancerous and contagious.
Hocus and pocus.
Raped and saying yes
to something unwise.
Hurt by a shepard
Who dreamt of sheep
That would take care of him.
Running to catch up
To a people
Whos mentality did not move.
Mentality that lacked grace
In its stoic splendor.
Whores that would be prostitutes,
If prostitution wasnt immoral.
Ugly fucks
Who would look down on me
If they could see at all.
Little girls
Old enough to have white hair.
Silly mothers
Sure enough of their life
That suicide might be a good option.
Tennis balls
And court clowns.
The nobility
And a commoners weight.
Downtown Los Angeles
The inner city
And the Riverside ghettoes
Horried poverty
And the destination spot of New York City.
Gargantuan goals
Unable to find any direction.
Small children
Who died
In the arms of a past
Which rapes the present now.
Fleeting memory,
And your name:
Something gooey on my hand now.
Wow very deep, so many interpertations