NOLA 2 (slightly better then the first poem-type thing) 2001-04-08
NOLA 2 As the pigeons play soccer With a piece of bread Playing "keep away" from the sparrows And some green-winged waitress pours Some strange liquid over sugar and strainers Soldiers die on a checkered field The white has been stained red Psyduck eyes a glass full of toothpicks As if sizing up the perfect weapon And the french-bread schizophrenic Bops the multitute on thier collective heads I'm trying to get a handle On something that happened 3000 miles and 2 weeks away Far behind that strech of potholes That the US government call I-10 They call it the City of Sin I call it the City Of Shit With its flashing distractions And cat-calls of change going Into slot machines That's where you decided to leave me
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