Southside

emptiness lives here closed factories sandlots covered be barbwire fences. to live here you need to belong to some click of people. these people drink all day eating like pigs unruly kids on a diet of sugar and domestic violence. they have homes,some of them drinking in front wearing baggy clothes to cover up there physical flaws. never loved it here never belonged here But I have lived here with this trash. broken down cars broken down lives a desperation married to sundays that hang a sign that says closed. kill me,I'm not coming back here to a parade of chainsmokers and buffet eaters not for me. fought alot here fought in the streets fought in saloons fought all the time this place brought out the worst in me. you don't live here,you do time here and pray something better comes along.