i know it is a wash a narotics avenue located in an innercity ghetto and how bad can that be? my country bumbkin head asks my overexperienced soul its beyond question the old spirit squeaks as reality takes a big bite, monster sized chunk, out of my quickly dimminishing new found hope
Reason for writing:
This poem is for Sean S. and his stinging realism or is it pessimissim...you decide.
Birth sign: Pisces
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