Screw
first time I took an an airplane it was dire
two propellers flying the sky of stench
oozing the land of a deathly earthquake
bodies telling the story of unknowns
as ten years old couldn't understand all
the drama and operettas I laugh
the flies and worms the need of survival
was happy to meet Paris
a city I was told and not a son of Priam
but a prayer we made it safe to casablanca
and next to Orly a nightmare of wish
as the tilt of a flipper will hardly nourish
at the corner cafe and mohammed the corner store
owner will hump me with the promise of candies
behind the counter as I
all could I see was sweets
and pants never falling down
but the shame lingering
and a loaf of bread was a total success
and my mother sent me back
as pennies hard to find
told her my story sharing a bed
hush your brothers need you
to put a meal on their plate
and that is why I ever long for a *****
as how could you do **** to me
your little one
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