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…
