if I wouldn’t have her
there would be nobody else here
what a sad sad business
and she ain’t just nobody either
with me theres only
bosses landlords doctors dentists
and
some cruel children far away whacking on my poor old exiled ass
meanwhile she keeps on scheming as usual
all a guy needs with her
is a buck or a rock
one thing is guaranteed
whatever other men get from her
I am guaranteed only
nothing
at all
whatever this is
I don’t want what it is
it isn’t fair
I’m not asking for anything
but it might be nicer
if some sometimes
she at least gives up
a little consolation
if
you know what I mean
if I’m lucky now and then
she lets me bum a cigarette
from her private stock
but that’s not enough
to pay for all the blood and work
they should call it LOS ANGOLUS instead
where it seems you can
throw a lousy fuck
into somebody’s old lady
for twenty bucks
anytime
you got it
but for a million dollars
you can’t find
a friendly lady to sleep with
or
even a decent slut
in
this terminal case of a city
tomorrow the annual massacre
of the valentines begins at dawn
the only gift I expect is
not to be stolen from
anymore at least for the day
and
may we be delivered
speedily
and soon
from this last and most bitter exile
amen
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