this is not a pleasant place…it’s not nice…nor quaint…it is fuck me fuck you get outta my way and don’t even think about it…

they’ll stab ya’ for a buck left in food stamps…for a cell-phone…a $5 pair of earplugs…just keep to yourself…better-off that way…

you trust no-one…

yes…I trust no-one…not family…not friends…there are no allies…just mere people coming-in and out of our lives for a single purpose…take what they mother-fuckin can then leave before the cops show…right…

that’s not the America I know…

well..this is practiced in homeless shelters…prisons…large corporations…university English departments…children on playgrounds…I got what I got and I’m taking your’s…hand-it over…it is our cancer…

you’ve seen the underbelly…

all of us have…

I haven’t…

don’t be so sure…there are things we erase…get-rid-of…too much…and that’s when it gets dangerous…

how…

the guard is dropped…you’re wide open for the left hook…and this is America…this is our lineage…

it is not romantic…you want that…rent-a-movie…meanwhile…I deal with the present…the present…’cause that’s all we have…