Train leaves the station. Crazy cravings keep me
inside “The Know”. Like “The Know” is a good place to be. Down in The Valley
next to Motel Hell. There is the
smokin’ the pipe.
Man is she ripe,
With the stench of not giving
A FUCK! Laundromat Libido Bathroom
Motel – rent by the slot. Twenty 5 cents for 15 minutes
plus a twenty for her troubles. All that to think…5,4,3,2,1
NOW GODDAMN IT GIVE ME MORE SHIT or I
will FUCK YOU UP!
Blade out. Flesh ripped. For what? A blood-stained craving
with a side of tears?