By: David W. Clare

When it comes to shopping here's your key!
Don't bother walking Targets
aisle number three...

There is no competition anywhere!
Whether you need a loaf of bread, tools or underwear...

Walmart is around every corner just for you!

24 hours and a dozen smiles easy to see...
Prices so low; it's all almost free!

Toasters, fans, beds, loafers, bikes... Clean bathrooms open up for you all day and night...

Walmart offers parking under a big spot light!
Friendly attendants will treat you right...

The best security anywhere around!
Why bother shopping at any other place in town?

Crock Pots over on aisle 17!
...the best way to save money I've ever seen!

Walmart, Walmart!
Now you're shopping smart!

Your right at Home at Walmart !


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The bad ones are good 
The good ones are bad 
I've been had... Philippines Girl!

So easy to be with 
So hard to leave 
Feels right to love them 
(The *** ain't for free!)

She knows my desire tempestuously
Her slave I became for her sick hungry greed...(Philippines Girl)

She's love starved tonight 
For the money she'll cry
I'm flying through clouds to that blue Asian sky...

Up for the lust of a Philippines girl
And desire of the tropical whirl... whirl... whirl... wind...
(Philippines Girls!)

The bad ones are good 
The good ones are bad 
I've been had...Philippines girls!

So easy to be with 
So hard to leave 
So wrong to love them
(Their charms aren't for free!)

She's hungry tonight 
For her love I will try
I'm hungry right now for some sweet cherry pie...

She's all I desire tempestuously
Her slave I became for her sick hungry greed. 

She was love starved that night 
When I said good-bye
I'm now far away from that dark Asian sky

All for the lust of Philippines girls
Wanting so real
That tropical world!

D. Clare

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I sorta knew better but became intrigued at the notion...
It all began with one lonely emotion!

Like a poisoned love potion...

Out of the blue she sent money to the front desk of my flop house hotel deep in the city!
More came later along with promises and lies...

The bellman was asking way too many questions...

I told him it was from an old debt. I bet he saw right through that alibi. He acted shy then the word got out I was a creep, I'm no little Bo Peep!

She and I made plans to meet I was convinced by her intense sense of essence...

She sent **** pictures in the mail, the front desk had opened to inspect!

I suspect an indirect suspicion, the coat-check girl even ran through my pockets stole my coins and matches.

Tough little ***** likes to rant, wants to flaunt her wants my way, asked me to pay for a roll in the hay after she got off work one day...

Then the diabolical debutante went away...

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The bad ones are good 
The good ones are bad 
I've been had by Philippines girls 

So easy to be with 
So hard just to leave 
Feels right to love them 
But the *** ain't for free

She knows my desire tempestuously
Her slave I became for her sick hungry greed.

She's love starved tonight 
For money she'll cry
I'm flying in clouds to that blue Asian sky...

Up for the taste of a Philippines girl
And for the love of a tropical whirl...

The bad ones are good 
The good ones are bad 
I've been had by Philippines girls

So easy to be with 
So hard to leave 
So wrong to love them
Her charms aren't for free 

She's hungry tonight 
For her love I will cry
I'm hungry right now for some sweet cherry pie...

She's all I desire tempestuously
Her slave I became for her sick hungry greed. 

She was love starved that night 
I was hungry for pie
I flew away from the clouds of that dark Asian sky...

Just for the taste of a Philippines girl
And for the love of a tropical world...

D. Clare

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By: David W. Clare

As she stood there combing her long Thai-dolly hair, I went berserk!

Her allure made me demure...

Her intrusive big green comb made me fawn. I was so glad she wasn't a blond...

...oh how I hated to sleep alone that Phuket, Thailand night.

I dearly needed a young girl to love on until the early morning light...

Mystical island trees, made my incense clouded nose sneeze...

The open window filled our hideaway with a lightly salted Andaman Sea breeze...

She gave me her dark surprise most guys might never realize...

Feminine chocolate kisses for my attack... became my desire and late night snack!

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Hollywood town has seen all kind of characters from infamous to bums!
The hippest of all, exclusive dive bar that's been there forever; will outlast us all...

Not your typical cowboy-trough or rag-joint hole-in-the-wall...

No dancing allowed as silent drifters, hipsters and ******: **** on olives then ask for more...

Dress-code strictly enforced; some meet there to get married, while others get divorced...

You'll be sure to meet up with Humphrey Bogart and Cecil B. Demille, young **** chicks and a fat-director over the hill...

Be sure and tell the bartender you'll be back, he will surely remember your tie, coat and hat...

Welcome to the Frolic Room...


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The head master teacher preaches to us hen house school
Kid chickens...

We must be brave, we are scolded if misbehaved...

The chicken lady teacher pecks away, makes us lay our eggs and
do more homework...

The class clown jokes around doesn't care about his scores!

History teaches us vicariously what brave roosters did before us kids were hatched...

Like eggs that are matched we must learn to fly from the nest even tho we can't

Let's chant and pray that our farm school house will let us not stray away...

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Bangkok summer fun
I'm running wild
Chasing shadows for a while in the sultry Asian sun
Hello Kitty! She slaps my face, my face in just for fun...

Can't sit down, it's just not allowed
The more you move the more you're away from the crowd

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We live and pray striving each day
Going it alone along our way...

Frustrations make us strong, learning how to get along with the ones we've earned their love...

Push and shove unaware knowing we must share sacrifices are the spices we must dare to taste allow no waste of time...

Rise above learn to love thyself but not at the expense of the innocent ones...

Be kind, use your head; not your mouth
Be silent is strength in oneself...

Tough guys fail and striveth like the battle of David and Goliath!

Don't thrive on love from the past, cause hopefully you have both forgotten about each other...

Move on into the new dawn
Onward and beyond...

The choice is yours,
be not concerned what others might think...

Be entrenched in your goals
Silence is the key never share your secrets for that will result in delusion and folly...

Most of all embrace wisdom not vanity this cannot be taught vicariously only inherited through failure and determination to succeed...

For the price of wisdom is priceless indeed!


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Country Hicks are my kinda folk
Getting drunk, we likes to joke
Moonshine an' whiskey, outlawed still?
Jack and Jill, kissed up the hill...

Shotgun weddin', down by the lake
Women folk rustling, baba queing up some steak
Pork spare ribs and a catfish bake...

Huckleberry cousins can't read nor write!
Uncle Gus, gettin' drunk, he likes to fight all night!

Here come more kin, from way down south
Riding a horse, wild dogs a barking, foamin' at the mouth...

Shotgun Weddin' wavin' bye bye, all stood 'round, broke down and cry...


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Kissing cousins, fishing in the pond
Young girls giggle, waving magic wands
Children laughing, puffy clouds, cool them from the sun
Blowing bubbles, chewing bubble gum

School teachers preaching, singing country songs
Eating yummy sandwiches, enjoy the whole day long
The school bus driver, watching everyone
Strumming folk guitar, as everyone sings along...

Welcome to the 8th grade picnic!

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By: David W. Clare

She slapped my face with her blood-stained hands!
Quickly we embraced; for one second...

The phone rang...

I was told her moniker was midnight Mary!

I was warned she had slept with Tom, **** AND Harry...

Next thing I knew, all my cash was burning!
The big setup was no real surprise to me; I knew I had walked into a trap...
I never did so good in school; had a hard time at learning!

Women are funny people...

I found the bartenders phone number in her purse while I waited for her to use the ladies room...

It was like she wanted me know she was a: some sort of Jezebel!

After I paid the bill, I didn't feel so well...
The only way out of this, was to leave town...

I had to get away from her promiscuous attempt to bribe me!

The owner Smitty, tapped me on the shoulder...
Told me; I would get bad-luck if I tried to hold her!

The big setup was no real surprise to me; I knew I walked into a trap...
I never did so swell in school, had a hard time at learning...
Next thing I knew, my cocky-reputation was burning!


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She told me her family was well-off,
then she started to cough...
To me, putting on the dog was never impressive!
I could tell she had plans for me that didn't include me at all...

I was her pinata for the weekend!
Drinks, dinner and a lobotomy were in store...

Her place was in the city where I would be beaten up with kisses!
Her wishes were venomous, yet I was at her command...

Along for the ride!

She drank heavily; especially before work as a stock broker!

Seemed the joke was on me...

She tried to fashion me into her dancing-monkey while she would grind the *****!

She liked to slap me around with her scotch and sofa slaps...
Only to watch me pull myself up by her bra-straps!

I pretended all was great...
*******, violent date!

Her high-heels stabbed my sense of pride!

I was only... along for the ride!


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When there's no one else around,
at least you know you have a place to sit...
After they've kicked you in the face and left town...
You are lucky to have that old wooden chair!

He's always there!

Women come, women go, the show must go on... no matter rich, poor, weak or strong, we all need us that; old wooden chair!

I often wonder who made my wooden chair, that faithfully awaits for me to lend a hand, like a true blue friend who understands...

In a world filled with lies, greed and contempt; a decent chair is your best friend!

Even Elvis once said, "If you can't find a partner, use a wooden chair."


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It's so **** bizarre just like a Mickey Spillane novel now I grovel trying to unravel it all!

I used to think love is blind, now I know lust is blind. I don't know what love is and I don't mind...

I don't have no soul mate
Still I don't feel so great I'm not the dating kind...

Lust is blind or am I just torn like a wind blown rage from a worn out page like a cheap love romance sage?

All I know for sure is lust is blind...

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Her voice like a meadowlarks song

A rain pond filled with sweet cherry blossoms
Smiling summer clouds hovering above the farm land skies...

Gumdrop flavored flowers summon her up to the sugary hills

Visions of a garden grow, rainbows and dew drenched cat-tails glow...

Sunburst splashes it's orange nectar fruit until midnight hootie owls swoon

Sing us all to sleep upon grassy moon-beam beds soon...

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She phoned me up: as she lied: straight to my face!

Phoney baloney, rang through my swollen head, she's unfit for the human race...

Begged me to bring her a pint of ice cream; I fell back asleep had a frozen dream...

Then, my car alarm blew a gasket
Those **** wild hoodlums are at it again?

I fell down in the street chasing after a cheap bottle of ***** to sooth my broken down blues... her breathe sounded real bad!

I acquiesced, then wanted to see her naked in bed undressed... I was depressed at the thought, she looked hot until I threw back the blanket...

I knew I was being used as her chisel... skanky cheap broad!

I took a taxi to her uptown flat, what a ******: room 17, next to that old gas station that got robbed last summer...

I was so **** drunk, I rolled up the stairs and her shoes fell on my feet!

Then I knew there was no hope, I lay there like the drunken *******!


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a poem for children who are ill or crippled... dedicated to Geraldine K. Clare

Pretend you are happy, now you're halfway there

Smiling will make you healthy, knowing that your home is near and dear

God watches over when there's no one else around

He sees and always hears your prayer as your happy heartbeat sounds

Brings you up when you are down

We must all count our blessings
Throughout each and every year

No matter how hard things seem
Someone else wishes he or she were with you there...

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The rain came and swept our time away
Then, the day never came to dry my tears
Now I fear I'll always be alone...

Her telephone rings off the wall
No one's there to answer my call
The operator, she listens in...

She's moved on...

I walk in the dark, sleep on the floor
Drive by her house, knock on her door...

She's moved on...

The cat box still remains outside, that old rack of fire logs is dripping wet...

I bet she flew off to Spain in a witch hazel cloudy sky...

At least I tried, but now I see...

She's moved on...

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I tried to stop the taxi from taking me to you that fateful night
The driver pretending not to hear me
We made love then now you fear me!

Cheap thrills nearly killed me!
My money and gold disappeared
Now I'm left with an empty glass of beer!

My hotel room still stinks of your lies...
Sad thieving girl runs away to leave me cry!

The shape of you outlined in my bed
Like a chalk silhouette at a ****** scene, now I scream your name...

Cheap thrills nearly killed me!
My money and gold disappeared
Now I'm left with just an empty glass of beer!

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I was hiding away from crooks when I met the only girl I thought I ever liked,
she said her name was Wanda...

A real oriental smasher, smart as a whip!
Easy to be with at the coffee-shop where we met...

Then she acted funny; kinda aloof like a Siamese cat!
She wasn't hungry but she knew I was...

We walked up hill in China town to the Shanghai Tower where they rent rooms by the hour...

I was in the mood for some sweet and sour!

All I got to eat was sour-dough!

We got drunk on cheap *****, then she tossed me to the dogs, I wound up on skid row...

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Skid row calls my name, the shame of it all...

The call of the wild beat me to a pulp
Had to quit drinking in order to rethink my strategy...

Tragedy struck, broke down my pick up truck!
Got stolen again, what the dig dog duck?

When will I win?

Lost in space, all my memories been erased...

I'm in the wrong side of town...

The wrong side of the law...
Upside down, headed for a fall!

That's all...

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When you grow up, always be fair!
God is watching you, over here and over there...

Testing us all; along our way!
Seeing us awake or sleeping, every night and every day...

If we steal, it makes him cry!
So stop and think, before you try...

Bad boys wind up; going no where!
Fighting each other only to lose their share...

Don't be curious; of what's inside there!

Avoid the Pandora's box, for it leads to despair...


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With creamy pink kisses she whispers my name
Late night dreaming in her hide and seek game...

As my phone cools off, my mood is so on
Her voice made me weak as this night lingers long...

Pillow Talk is the only language she speaks
Smooth as silk, clear as lalique...

Silhouette shadows flicker in the hall
She's now dancing on my bedroom wall...

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Clean living is what wisdom is giving
The news today is a crying shame...
In a way, we are all to blame...

The meaning of life is the fine game of nil...
The will to live means take and then give back to those asleep at the wheel...

As the porch swing sings in the winds of time, the grass grows greener on the other side of the fence, as grows tall the neighbors wild rumouring grape vines...

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She appears nightly in the window, under a fading out blue gel spot light sporting cheap lingerie...

Her red slapped **** fit a bit too tight!
I was strung out on Cutty Sark, the whole darkish day!

Thunder clapped overhead; the rain threatened the would be turn-out of bums!

Prima Donna, was her ****** stage name: she hid the newborn kid under the bar...

He resembled Jimmie Durante,
The baby smoked a cigar!

Live *** *** Show: read the blinking orange neon sign...

She pretended she was a road house star!

Her stretch marks indicated she had been tossed around...

Town to town, bar to bar!

Now she travels in a carnival trailer...

She drinks herself to sleep when no one is around: can't be seen crocthless!

Wide spots in the road are the small time attractions...

Her fat *** boss sells China made fake Rolex time pieces...

Character is all you have when no one else watches...


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He hates guys who look her way!
Slaps her face if she talks to men...
Controlling misfit, gave her a black-eye,
Now she lies and pretends!
Violent rat-face knows how to offend...

His ex-wife left him, she's back in Colorado
Now, he's even jealous of his own ****** shadow!

What fell out first, his brains or his hair?
Creepy-geek; ***** on corncobs at the county fair!
Bald headed loser now grows a beard!
All the girls hate him, they think he's real weird!

His ex-wife left him, gone back to Colorado
Now, he's even jealous of his dumb looking shadow!


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The river was dredged in the night
Frogmen swam to and fro...

They found the knife she tossed in
It rained hard the next day...
she knew she'd sinned...

She ran away to mothers!

I tried to bury the axe and leave town
My train got derailed once again
The local church wouldn't let me in...

Another **** vendetta

Her stiletto heals are still under my cheap motel room bed, the sheets are still blood stained red...

Women can't shut up: they must have the last word ending it all with a period...

The vendetta...


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The aging secretary bugged me all morning, she even tossed salt in my womb: eh wound, er I mean coffee...
That old tuff broad must be nuts!

Hector, was juggling the books behind Tracie's back again. He's blind enough to fall for them goofy lies...

Another day at the office with a hang-over the size of a rusted-out Buick yanked out of an old junkyard swamp. Boy, was I zonked...

My broken-down dented up car ran out of gas on the freeway. The tow truck almost broke apart from being too old...

I swear, that creep-faced driver looked familiar. Yeah, that's it! I saw his mug-shot in the old town-square post office last year. He probably lied, told me he goes bowling on Saturday nights.

What a hidden agenda...

My job was answering calls until Shelly gets back in town...

Her kid-sister went berserk and wound up in a not-so straight-jacket.

She is a kept-woman, forced to serve and sleep with a callus man she cares nothing about...

The county hospital phoned; she took an overdose, went into a coma...

That's life in the big city!
It's a pity that old hidden agenda...


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I drove her home, to her secret couchet
Across the mountains to the valley of splendor...

Adventure was in store!

Late night lonely struck
I noticed her in the crowd
Deafening Silence ensued
I pursued her slowly...

She appeared to be the Scheherazade
I must applaud her now!

I asked her name she told me..
Brandy
Telepathy played sexually
We walked away...
...to her love nest to play!

We arrived at dusk...
We both knew we must explore in lust!

I was thirsty for some Brandy...

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Having fun doing the hoola hoop
Grandma yells at us to quiet down
We act like clowns jump up and down run around shhhhh!

Soon lunch is ready we eat outside
Grandma cooks for us with her
Old fashioned pride...

Grandpa snores asleep, were not allowed to touch his new TV
Us kids get most every thing for free
Do behave or no more candy
As our uncle sips on his crystal glass of brandy

Our school teacher told us all to think
When we grow up were not allowed to drink...

We love grandma's basement...

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Broken down drunken ****
smokes a menthol cigarette down to the ****...

Sits around all **** day
******* down a cheap bottle of gin... Determined not to work, her lower back hurts from flappin' her hammer toe feet in the air...

Lee's press on fingernails bitten off stuck in the orange **** carpet and the bar stool chair...

Complains on the phone that life, just ain't fair...

Avon encrusted Divorcé with her nasty ******* tattooed son back in the county pokey...

Won't get off her frumpy ****,
At night she's the skanky wig hat loud perfumed truck stop pump!

Wisconsin trailer trash, lives on food stamps and the county welfare trough...

Spitting up Cheetos, hacking out loud from smokers cough...

Wayne Newton records, playing' after all these years...

Passed out again, drunk from too many stolen trailer park beers...


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I know what you want, I got what you want...

I know what you need, I got what you need...

You know what I want ...and I want you!


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What's so tender about a bar tender after marriage fails?

Get drunk and fall off the stool!

Hung over again?

Can't drink her off my mind that way...  We rolled in the hay that day!

Buyer beware, for fools rush in!

That was the girl who once said she loved me...

How very quickly now I run away!

No ones gets married in the night!    Who wants a night marriage?

Marriage?   Me?   No way!
... it's a night mare!

A grim era indeed, sadly the tradition continues to consume the Church going newlyweds who seek the American Dream..

I'd much rather enjoy being alone taking a... weird vacation!

Destination unknown...


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(about my long bed pillow with Zebra like stripes)

She sleeps all day and night
Let's me hold her tight
In bed she never complains
She always looks the same
Wears the only clothes she has
Let's me kiss her soft and pretty face
In her black and white pillow case

She is about four and a half foot long
She likes me to sing to her my newest poems and songs

Never in the mood to eat
Let's me use her to rest my feet
She's cute clean and chubby
She knows I won't cheat, thinks I'm her hubby

So soft, cuddly, warm and fuzzy
Better than any girl who's kissed me under the willow
I'm in love with Miss Zebra, my fluffy, yummy, great-big pillow...

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Las Vegas is the town she dreamed of when we spoke on the phone...

Being young and stupid, I thought with the wrong head!

Her pictures were retouched, shows how much I know...

She spoke no English, I spoke no Japanese!

Like a small figurine I once saw, Asian women have two faces...

Matched pairs are juxtaposed between mixed races!

Buyer beware is the same as beauty is in the eye of the beer holder...


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She reads my mind
Hates to be his slave
Oh, how I crave her now!

She pretends, not to see my eyes watching her every move...

...fire in the night: glows between her frightened thighs...

She puts on her makeup, it's her only disguise...

Men, wear no make up; afraid-not to speak lies...

Women wear makeup to hide their alibis...

She pretends!


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In the spring time fresh cool air
Emergerges our secret friend!
Chubby boy hides his head
Gives us advice after we sleep in our bed...

He braves the storms of winters edge...
Burrows away, eats from the hedge

Pokes out his cute furry head...

"Listen up kids!", he's heard to say
"Winter is over, so come out and play!"


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Her Korean Dagger eyes, led me astray that otherwise sanguine night at the...

Going-out-of-business bankrupt sushi bar!
 
By far the nastiest *** I ever had; I was glad until she cut my head off and puked down my neck…

Oriental ladies are peculiar that a way...

She was the succubus or the seductress or perhaps the demure murderess…

Who knows?

All I know: she was the temptress; the fire-wild waitress in a Seoul sushi bar

 I was on visa overstay; drunk almost every night and day

Akin to a spastic kid in a candy shop!

We met in the ladies room; smashed into each other like a pair of rusted nails!

Her pantyhose ripped open like cobwebs in a raging windstorm…

We sloppily kissed after she slapped my face!

Next thing I know; she stole my wallet!

Then I awoke; the joint closed down, the dark roused me up…

I was glad she ran off with the boss…

Now, I can go back to my guest house room and sleep it off!

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Dogs love to play, while cats run away... but pigs loaf around, eat up junk all day...

Dogs like to bark, so kids come home at dark

Cats meow: drink milk, then hide inside the park...

Pigs oink for slop, and corn and tons of stuff...

Then they all go to sleep, when they've all had enough!


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Once a happy baby in her mama's tender arms
She grew up fast and left the family farm...

Traded some Rough Rider dude for a roll in the hay...

Tattooed black and blue on the Harley road to hell
Tuff road to ***; now she’s rollin’ down the open hard highway...
So sad, she's going, now she’s gone astray!

Tuff Rubber Doll

Loves a dirt bag doped out punk
Smokes a lot she thinks she's hip!
Now pregnant from a chump *** toad!
Hell dump her off at the truck stop up the road...


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...where the down trodden trade in
their woes for more ***** and dope, for those with no hope...

Junkies, drunkies and the hapless disenfranchised **** of humanity enjoy commingling in the material ruins of rusted up tools

Unable to shed their grief to falsely find relief investing in the misery of others...

Stolen junk for sale!

A sickening menagerie garbage pit of doom

A sad room of mental midgets as they fidget like neurotic goons...

The hideous merchant recoils your offer in jest

Might one suggest avoid the crap trap of broken barbarism...

Saws, wrenches and shovels to merely dig ones pitiful self a deeper pit of derision

A better decision?

Goodwill stores are there to empower the solution whilst the lowly pawn shop sadly empowers the pollution...

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