Me and the bag lady

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We wander freely filthy alleys

Under dying stars that
Know us by name

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The rules of the game are naked

The vicious love

The enduring hatreds are nourished and praised

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Me and the bag lady

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Love

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We wander filthy AMERICAN cities

Where teeny- bop poetry  is the raging of loveless
Hearts thru hopeless mental landscapes
Of children raised on scorn

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Purity

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Me and the bag lady

(Or her sister or mother or daughter)
I don't care if I know anymore

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Amid robotic violence and robotic pretence of love
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WILL YOU BE THERE?

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The stink of the night is pure truth's

Remaining image

Amid the telling and re-telling of the the

Sheltering lie

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Me and the bag lady

We walk  freely  filthy alleys

Hoping to finally

See you here