done…a myth ended…ever exist…hard ‘ta say…hard ta’ say…got somethin’ comin’…don’t count on it…

lou was right…a bus-load of faith is needed… no family…churches… nothing  but sheltered taxes an’ budgets…what’s the bottom line…

an alcoholic’s safehaven  built ‘cross from a liquor store…foodstamps limited…forms are needed…murder always a block away…

and what…the senior class office sought  by two opportunists…two fakes…two salesmen…statesmanship gone…##fuckme…tweet that…

i lie here…under blankets…gunshots heard…in the arms of no-one…no-one…

not even a country…