the back alley
of a movie theater
has seen more action
then a well seasoned hooker
its walls are covered in a juice
of natural orgin
and it's floor
ever so sticky
with the drink
of men who play god
who travel a road
infested with rodents
that reeks of hell
and smells of death
that would glady greet
any oncoming fire
with great joy
so that it may
once again
be stripped of flith
that has rain upon it
over the years
which has polluted our children
and destroyd Earth
such a woeful sorrow |
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