bright light karma standing still on the corner
Juliet dreams with a ripped stocking
pay day man dreaming while he watches
fancy car substitution society
standards sinking in a urinal swirl
tastes a bit like sauteed dumpster baby
stillborn yearning on a hit and run
nigh time light glowing on forbidden fevers
rush to the eager answer
street smart saints sleeping soundly
broken dreams stripped bare by the meter
out of change and and no traffic coming
better days ran away across the bridge
she's thirteen with rent due tomorrow
sidewalk sorrow and twelve cents left
baby in the bikini sways like wind blown pages
no lessons easy to take away
camera flashes on the fast moving fever
laid in the gutter for a little flavor
it ends in a flee for help and no result
buttered up dresses disguise the smell
back alley urinations with no pot of gold
stutter in the steps of waltzing waste
all possessions fitted in one pocket
dire cries of some savior on the way
the litter lingers with each word said
see the sad way she crawls to the spot
a culture crumbled with bullshit buying passer bys
dolls in a daydream drown in the rushing sewer
romeo with a twenty for some good time head
can't help but bite
Juliet has rent to pay
long way from home and no light breaking
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