THE PARIHA
LAID out ON THE SIDEWALK
POET OF THE FLOWER GOD
LIQURED UP FUCKS piss on you
You haven’t washed your hair
Outside or within FIFTY YEARS
SNOT NOSES, HARL
Coon rattled cans
Coming down off the hill
Your family denies you
Reckless and stupid genius
Naked for the world to see
Your lips have been stolen
Flesh sucked from their bones
Nothing is happy around you
Snow white the contrast for your grey
What is our bed tonight?
If not with you
I will sleep with concrete
No one wins a war lasting sixty years
Rds
The second
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