my life is a victim
falling prey to the whims of three big thugs:
God, Destiny, and a little hoboken bum named Louie
who likes to punch with a hook shot to the cheek bone with his big
bulky
right stubby fist.

and that's why I'm laying here on the pavement
bleeding like a steak cooked slightly under medium,
and someone's sawed off my lower torso with a knife.
It sucks to be the underpriviledged in America.

If I was Saddam,
my suffering would've been over swiftly,
and all my sins would be left to the devices
of something greater than the kid with two iron-filled boxing gloves.

12/30/2006

Posted on 12/30/2006
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