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July 30, 2005
my kinda place
my creaky brakes
stop down in the front
of a foriegn bar
should I bother
should I not
fuck all the bullshit
and in I go
well the pig tailed negress
offers me 16 ounces of the high life
for one dollar fifty
I'll take it
and untie my boot laces
the subhumans that surround me
bring the casual grin
and I throw some coins
into the juke
though its math is a bit
confused
I forgive it
and take whatever
it will give me
I slug a few beers
into submission
and soon we're joined by
a mongoloid mechanic
who is more grease
than man
and his woman(?)
who weilds a dirty cast
on her left arm
and isnt that her
hobo cart, over there
waiting in the corner?
a negro comes in
and abuses the
phone privileges
and of course pigtails
has to kick him
out
after 9 different dial sessions
Im shootin my way into histroy
on the pool table
but then
the tune on the
juke box
fucks me all up
theres a monkey's
head
hanging over the register
smushed nose
and nervous eyes
wearing a leather cap
like a running back from
the 1940's
and I know
that I must come back
and shoot him
if you know
what I mean
the halfbreeds admire my wheels
which I
bring inside
due to fear of
theft from the avenue
the place is clearing out
and for once
it is not
because of me
I must come back
tomorrow
and make sure its all
still here
Posted by Drexler at July 30, 2005 10:11 PM