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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) The Story: ragged faded lady hoarder, dumpster-diving diva boarder, dancin' to the tune of her Dandelion Wine. milky-eyed maiden, peddles paper posies, masticating carnivore, toothless, useless whore. not on her best night! not anymore! acclimated alleyways, rodents without fear, muddle-minded Faustian , soul redeeming martyr - thirty-seventh year. The Memories: broken boned beauty forged in her mind, conscientious duty lost to time. could have been a skater, rockefeller rink, sooner came later, locked and loaded link. pride of Arizona, class of sixty-one, a devotee of luna, loves her remy rum. many bitter winters, bitter winter winds, sliced her like a knife slice, bled her bone thin. The Story: gave away her gravity, east L.A. weighted down reality roles she plays. saddle-strapped sad hag gone insane, never gonna' lose 'cause she's never in the game. always aware where the light lays low to the ground livin' in a clap-trap jingle-jangle town. runs for the shade when the sun goes down; safety in crazy, crazy shades and shadow hides her braided hair and her Royal golden crown. salts of lithium took away her name; doesn't even know who the hell to blame. wants to be codified, once and for all, as prophets once prophesied - another Jackie O. with her hag-bag shop rags ready to go. time is always lazy for a lady goin' crazy!! midnight, brain-drain, middle of the boulevard, ragged lady bag-hag screamin' out her rage. The Lady Speaks: HEY YOU! up there with your pixilated palindromes, sippin' fresh-dipped sewer juice and french champagne - you blue-blooded, high-borns, listen to the tale that I wail at you. i'm a sack-cloth, busted, shackled crusted scab, gonococcal wet-brain - slippin' on the ledge of pain on pain, while livin' on the edge in the whorin' pourin' rain. God died, I cried, now i'm lookin' for some gain. leave your flush plush penthouse high-flying life; see your bleeding sister, see your bleeding wife. that's right, once a wife, mother to your kids. your kids are gettin' shifty, siftin' on the street; private school, brittle-veined, maggot-tagged gods, waitin' for the reaper with the universal odds. i'm brain-drained, insane, dissipated plain, a bucket full of truth even Jesus wouldn't claim! so crucify your comfort, your gentrified name, then bring it to the street, bitch, let me see your shame.
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