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.