Thursday, August 11, 2011

Satisfied?

Its not going to start the same
no lame brain
criminally insane
wearing the lions mane
I Biscayne or drain

Bring your hands
and your weights
maybe your bible

a young mans escape
from a barbed
and nickel clad
smile denial

a rusted and dim
set of fingerprinted bars
oh I wish for a candy bar
a mars, a snickers

I'm satisfied
dipped in batter
and deep fried
my pain is killed
my bar bitch you ate

a mistake of course
a trail led off course
my face is coarse
not my face
my hair is coarse

my teeth are brushed
with decadent peppermint
I usurp the government
no longer my pimp

I  work for myself
I drive my own car
gassing up I see a Texaco star

than not soon
a light rose
above that
concreted sign
my friends from above
once back
just to wine and to dine

"The tea is on" 
I screamed just to shout
my hands are warm
my body is numb
my violence is not dumb

A D & A
wait a B
C me
feed me
read me
a paralegal deeds me
sauce me
don't cross me
obviously a loss to me

1996

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