16.9.07

lindsey lohan naked

filthy beists and pretty preasts lining up outside this halfhearted rodeo
razing immaculate decadence and surprising fists toward this charade
if you didn't know we already left this city and drove home, came back and packed
another forty-eight hours...gone, hello papers, hello phones, goodbye friends, goodbye fiends,

PUSH PUSH PUSH

we/I 'll be back, reformed, recharged and primed, uninspired but desperate
your next beer is your best one and there are good times a-head

we leave your field
we pack our possessions
we miss the beach
we put pictures in our mirrors and nail bullets to our walls
she spits like a punk, he used to fuck like a drummer...rhythm

we make fun of manhattan...hell yes we're jealous
reality is between 22nd and 33rd, H to the L
landlocked

PRO
DUCE
SOME
FURY

that is too much for a GD shirt

we love your filth and will sweat to save it...
sorry to have left you, but now that we have relatives my glass is almost empty

don't fret those fashion bats, aiming for that ugly hat
it's a wet city and rats rome free so long as the gears keep turning, turning...

2 comments:

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Hollingsworth J. McTubbins said...

I'M
GLAD
YR
BACK