Here are the real meat eaters
And homicide trick or treaters
This is where the chicanos take over
The palm reader tells me I have a bright future ahead of me
He predicts a bad future if you don't lay your money down
A guy sitting in his own feces burns predictions into driftwood shaped like a monkeys ear lobe
The fellows show off their muscles while I walk around with my knobby white knees
You can't help but watch the pussy, it's so exuberant
It's a fashion show on wheels with hardly anything on at all
The women are putting themselves up for sale and acting like they don't know it
They drink water here like it was wine
And you know why, because it is.
Poetry from the book {Prometheus Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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