Candy

Candy

The Lower East Side clothed him
Concrete
Bathed his soul
He dropped candy
like Jesus gave away fish
He takes not saves souls

This Fat Cat Groovy Groomer
Spread out Fifty dollar thunder
clouds like peacock feathers
Reeling in and stealing
Sixteen year old hookers
Jailbait on crack
drugstore prostitutes
fed
from his gaude
Over jeweled
primate hands

A real Mr. East River
Big BIG Smile
Oversized teeth and
LIPS
His breath wreaking of
Cigars and Scotch
He takes his scarred
Brittle digits
And finds his way to
The warmth her whetness
She can’t help but cum
He licks his lips
And says
“You’ll do fine”
Spanks her on the ass
And sends her off
To collect the ca$h cow
Score

Still coming down off Oxy
Walkin’ like she just got Off a vicious turnstyle
The NY skyscrapers
Loomining over her
like guillotine
Blades

Here’s to money
Here’s to America
Here’s to Mom and Dad
Wouldn’t they be proud
Wouldn’t They be proud
I’m doing it
I’m out on my own

She looks down
Into her dirty palm
Squeezes the crumbled
Fifty dollar bill
And slowly
Slides it into her
Back pocket
To give back to
Him

Later

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2022