He had a gold tooth
Right in front
I thought;
A hideous feature
Worse though
Was his aroma -
Certain death & ****
& Liquor.
He screeched some babble at me
I didn't understand
And he got angrier.
'What does this ***
Want from me?'
Unlocked my car
I got in
Slammed the door
Lock.
His index finger
Pointing at me as I drove away
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 2:58 AM UTC
He had a gold tooth
Right in front
I thought;
A hideous feature
Worse though
Was his aroma -
Certain death & ****
& Liquor.
He screeched some babble at me
I didn't understand
And he got angrier.
'What does this ***
Want from me?'
Unlocked my car
I got in
Slammed the door
Lock.
His index finger
Pointing at me as I drove away
I met the American nightmare at 9pm in Detroit
