Best Poems Written by Johnny Anger

Filth

Head to bars,
Yet I am too poor to drink,
But cruising is dead,
Because we are too respectable now,
Save for me and a few old men,
Who rather than their wives,
Do face the clean white porcelain,
And in their minds create,
Handsome young things,
Till once again we are disturbed by cleaners,
Who wash away us filth.

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