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The Neighborhood's Gone to ****
The neighborhood's gone to ****
and no one seems to care the doors
are blown off from the tempest
blackening the air. Swanson sleeps
with Harbors who takes Johnson in her mouth
while Johnson picks spare change from
the cushions in his couch. Brinkley's
unemployed but subservient to Mrs. Langer,
while Desmond reaches for two shotgun
rounds and places them in the chamber.
Boom went the weasel and Jill's on
while the neighborhood we knew and loved
went harshly down the stream.
The months can be a ***** and the year's
have been a *****,
the neighborhood's gone to ****
and I'm finally crawling out the door.
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