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A Shitsville Narrative, part one.

by @louis-pollard

One way or another, the streets would be paved with gold. It was a matter of time, sure. But more importantly, it was a matter who the fuck would help a town like this. Shitsville, New Jersey: a faecal suburb.   Years of dead and still rotting potential with an ugly face, the eyes of a hawk and a sense of remorse an executioner would be proud of. The day I see a  kid sleeping as sound as they should, I'll drop to my knees, pull my resentful fist out of God's ass and kiss it for forgiveness. But the streets are bloody now. And the janitors have drugs and hookers, not mops and brooms.
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Written by
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Jun 7, 2011
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The opening sequence of a collection of surreal and dark poems, questioning the nature of existence.

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