The ****** the gamblers, the killers
And the serial killers,
The psychos, the schizos, the villains.
The streets are *****
The biggest ****** are in this city.
The streets are full of creeps.
The little shites
Walk up and down under street lights;
Licking the ***** of cheap ******
To whom money is a gun.
Dope dealers are priests.
Prostitutes that walk like wild caged beasts
Parading up and down the red
Light districts
Are desperate nuns looking for fun.
©Jack Aylward
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC
The ****** the gamblers, the killers
And the serial killers,
The psychos, the schizos, the villains.
The streets are *****
The biggest ****** are in this city.
The streets are full of creeps.
The little shites
Walk up and down under street lights;
Licking the ***** of cheap ******
To whom money is a gun.
Dope dealers are priests.
Prostitutes that walk like wild caged beasts
Parading up and down the red
Light districts
Are desperate nuns looking for fun.
©Jack Aylward
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