Train, Train

Train leaves the station. Crazy cravings keep me
inside “The Know”. Like “The Know” is a good place to be. Down in
The Valley
next to Motel Hell. There she is
the guttersnipe,
smokin’ the pipe.
Man is she ripe,
With the stench of not giving
A FUCK!
Laundromat Libido Bathroom
Motel – rent by the slot. Twenty 5 cents for 15 minutes
plus a twenty for her troubles. All that to think…
5
4
3
2
1

NOW GIVE ME MORE or I
will slice Your Ass UP!
Blade out.
Flesh ripped. For
what? A
blood-stained craving
with a side of tears?