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Aug 2014
It's a place they go
'cause there's
nowhere better to go.
No fires are allowed on the beach,
no people live anywhere nearbye,
but loud tunes are prohibited after 9.
Like ***.
The theater has closed
& the bowling alley
went bankrupt.
The ******* cops are corrupt
& just love to hassle the kids
hanging out with
nothing better to do.
The establishment,
our status quo,
has created a living hell
for these so-called miscreants
who are the children of our neighbors.
It's like they pull love out of their *****
& hand it to them in spades.
Jesus Christ, back in the the day,
we had it made in the shade
played hard
acting innocent.
And now there is no shade.
Shamefully,
the younger ones
get burnt...become toast.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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