how i long for
a gentler time
when courtesy was still common
people opened doors for one another
and grace was more fashionable
than a no talent reality television hooker
with an oily horse ass
.
when i could get on a plane
bound for miami
with a dime bag of weed shoved
up my pussy
and a pearl handled .45
in my carry on bag
and no one seemed to mind
One reply on “outlaw poetry”
Right? I mean what happened to our moral compass?