the classy tone made atonement
internal beauty spoke in spades and kindness
for the learned mind turns differently
than the thieving rats and their gutter mates
who thrive in shame and senseless belligerence
brainwashed nonentities in unwashed Armour and weak heads
the gatherings of left-overs and frustrated ******* with no gains
the park-life rejects and unmarried mothers and shoplifters dregs
all in neon unison seeking to manipulate emotions
like their sad stories handed from ***** to ***** for use to use
hating the decent without gutter dirt and craven spoils
too perfect, too cool and too classy for Joan, Kelly and gross birds
drive him mad, they scream in painful rejection and shame
throw mud, slander and spill the blood of the ****** that refuses
go go to the taxi-drivers that pass you around, go beg for pennies
the classy voice made atonement
the goods know when to sin and when to pray
the gutter dwellers know nothing but fear and insecurities
of putting out here and there, selling bodies to be one of many
poor sick stinking divas, your cab is waiting and Gin is cheap.........