this town is ugly, its face twisted in childbirth:
I could tell from the goddamn moment
I stepped into this alleyway.
there are children of former children
walking into this shop. everything is overpriced,
free bibles on the stand next to the register.
pink on the radio, two boys singing outside,
and I think they should have spearmint gum
with their improv. hey hello how are you
look at that lady on the bike gran'pa
I
never saw her before. downtown is where
all the fine ladies go, fanny packs and water bottles
they will never drink from draped around their fat rolls.
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