Crass realism
Crass assumptions
Run Amuck
With no distinction
No recollection
Of past successes
Skilled...
Or simply
Luck
In this town
double down
on the luck
and who you fuck.
The more I'm exposed to the multitude
The more I embrace my solitude
Not an elitist
In the least
But beasts
Roam the streets
So fuck'em
Greed rules
The Street
So fuck em
Old shit gets stale
Then flush it
New shit...
…Baby shit
And the fresh
Little turds
smell even
worse
So fuck 'em.
V
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