SHRUNKEN HEADS
My attention is drawn back
To Market Street...
Life is busy
Picking its teeth...
With the toothpick people
Down on their knees...
Hiding their faces
From that awful scene...
Where alcohol and dope
Fuel up
The saddlebags
Of their needle dreams...
"I Hate YOU! I Hate YOU!"
His voice is a bludgeon...
He drags her across the parking lot...
"What about the kids, Joe?
They need their father!”
He grabs her throat,
Smashing his bottle!
You know this poor guy
Has changed his colors...
Last year got a raise
And a big promotion!
Hate and rage, now
Swell so deep...
Since the mill closed down
And walked away...
With all the Gold
They had ever known.
Hand in the empty coffers so deep...
Drenched with the blood
They could pull the teeth
From the Green Chain mouth
Of honest work
Hard and thankless
The owners wave...
Farewell, leaving town...
In their black limousines!!!
"Call 9-1-1!" a wino yells...
Swollen-tongued, moving his hands
"Wife beating is illegal
In the LAND of the FREE"
The Voice comes on
As the coin slips away.
"What is the nature of your problem you say?”
“Who said it was MY PROBLEM, any GODDAMN way?!”
It was YOUR American Dream Bullshit Party,
That created this angry man-child turning
Into this board-wielding believer in the Benevolent Masters
Who dropped them all like hot potatoes
The minute his profits went down the river
Putting this woman in serious danger...
Too tired to scream, she sobs in the gutter...
From the look in his eyes, I think he's going to DO her...
I called 9-1-1, but it was too much trouble...
Twice in one night, requires a better story...
“This woman needs help NOW, or this drunk fool will KILL her!!!”
Word on the street is she has a "Big Habit...
Strung Out, pregnant and seriously battered...
With her "Sugar Daddy" gone now, she'll never get better
"Kicking" that shit is a real bed wetter!
The medicine-cabinet children
Of this Chromosome Damaged Nation
Their drug addicted mothers
Begging for Deliverance...
Waiting for the Letter
And the personal belongings
Not to mention that Big Check
From the Veterans Administration
And that urn of smelly gray powder
In its rightful place up on the mantle
Is his mortal contribution...
To the nation that created
This drug infested ghetto...
She stashes her dope
In his pint-sized quarters...
On the one hand it’s Brilliant!!
But, on the other, it’s Horrible!
The baby in her belly, forever shaking...
To be born addicted, always craving...
Kicking her guts out, every five minutes
One-day-old detox is not real pretty!!!
No milk can dilute the Needle of Hate
Jammed in an arm or lost in a vein...
The demonic filth flows
As easy as the name!!!
Picked out before she even
Started to show
"WHY FUCKING BOTHER?!
"
Is what I want to know!
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| "Dope Poisoned Milk" |
"Come again?!”
the phone God demands...
"Where were YOU
when the shit hit the fan?!”
"Not talking to a
Lousy Cop. Ha! Ha!"
"Fuck you!" she says
I quickly hang up!!!
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