Poisonous streams of vitriol course through my veins,
ready to expunge at a moment's notice
the twittering trailer park nightmare
of myriad slobs trundling mindlessly
down Hollywood Boulevard
Sheeps to be sheared!
Save me from the new nightlife,
mindless butt boys and gangsta wannabes
hitching up their low-slung baggie drawers
to attract the fairer sex,
throngs of teen tarts, foxy and brainless,
angling for affirmation from the selfish macho men
of this endlessly imbibing neighborhood,
drunken sexpots tonight,
doughy-faced lard-asses tomorrow,
curiously neutered by their own empty skull cavities
trotting out fresh pussy
for the discerningly undiscerning gentlemen.
Everyone without a pot to pee or puke in
so the besotted neighborhood smells like piss 24-7,
adding to the delicately acrid effluvium
of the blotto homeless
Tomorrow the gazelle-like females,
having had their booze-drenched years tick by like minutes,
magically transform at midnight --
potbellied hausfraus with diabetes
and errant, missing husbands
saddled with more unwanted kids
than they ever dreamed existed in their pointless
Jerry Springer/Oprah/Dr. Phil-watching lives
 

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