Last Stand
EvilToasterElf
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A middle aged man walks down a flourescent street in Amsterdam
High on hash, and purple haze weed
He stops at the door of a leggy blonde
pacing her sexual cell
the tag on the door says thirty euros
A whore twice the price of cab fair
back to the hotel
He opens the door and places the money
on a small table next to the bed
(It is small irony that the table costs less
than the whore)
He throws her down and exacts revenge
on his dead mother
A small, bald man comes in after,
he takes twenty euros mechanically
off the table and leaves in silence
When the customer reaches his hotel and smokes
his last cigarette he pays 28 dollars to connect
to his father in Cleveland
6 months before the cancer ate
the remaining half of his liver
A disease he was convinced passed through
the cells of his mother, who had lost
her last stand to liver cancer fifteen years
before.
High on hash, and purple haze weed
He stops at the door of a leggy blonde
pacing her sexual cell
the tag on the door says thirty euros
A whore twice the price of cab fair
back to the hotel
He opens the door and places the money
on a small table next to the bed
(It is small irony that the table costs less
than the whore)
He throws her down and exacts revenge
on his dead mother
A small, bald man comes in after,
he takes twenty euros mechanically
off the table and leaves in silence
When the customer reaches his hotel and smokes
his last cigarette he pays 28 dollars to connect
to his father in Cleveland
6 months before the cancer ate
the remaining half of his liver
A disease he was convinced passed through
the cells of his mother, who had lost
her last stand to liver cancer fifteen years
before.
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Your work is always fun to read and think about. It's alive. Thank you.
my broken english dont allow me to give any writting tips
this poem -story-
was dark
personally i love Evil's style
he is a poetic lizzard
see him changing....
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
Since school ended I've been finding it harder to get anything going, so it's good that the drips and drabs are still coelescing into definate characters and poems
no.. u are not
i am
am a topic killer!
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
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