3 in the morning…

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…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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