Deck of Cards

I ask myself how long will this last. At best we are nothing more than frothing mouths on Horses. starving dogs on balconies puking there last meal over looking streets where people stand with there cameras. all they gave me was a deck of cards ..... its all I had to cut off the leaches mating on my throat as they picked and debated what part of my flesh was at its most flavorful. wet towels are like old whores... they both blend into and unmade bed waiting til they are dry and used for another day. Frank Penicaro (c)copyright 2010