Searching for the lost

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.

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Bobby Bo Jangles's picture

Wow very deep, so many interpertations