a day in the life of…
the freaks and the stinks
the screaming and the crying
“help me lady I think I’m dying”
the freak and the stinks
“I CAN’T TURN THIS FUCKING TV ON!
it’s a god damned shame
can you help me lady, help me–plea..plea.pppleaseee”
this city with freaks and the stinks
stale cigarettes hang on the bodies–smoke halos
hair, clothing stained in disarray
only 44 minutes into my day
and god damn it– do I want to run away from
the freaks and the stinks
a poetress with a goal. home again home again jigity jig!