$ 150 an hour & all I got is this song

I puke midnight
all over your lovely
piss stained floor
light another cigarette
& try to forget..the hookers loved the needles
& tried to pretend
every dick
they had to succumb to
was one
their eyes glazed over
reminded me of doughnuts
& i figured the cops had shown up
for a free meal

& I would write songs for them
on the five strings left on my guitar
saving them for an album
tentatively called “gutter trash…the story of my life ”
in white rabbit vomit
& gin soaked cum stains
i would watch the nights
depraved transgressions
& go home alone
’cause even the drugged out whores
didn’t want my broke ass

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