i was fucked the day
i was born.. on the
soul of my poetry
maggots mourn
as words flow
go on and on
i shoot beggars
i shoot migrants
i shoot garbage
porn on the
threshold of
his mothers
over worn
womb the
unborn child
i warn ..once
he steps out
into our chaotic
world his dreams
will be shattered
torn..his face
remorseful
forlorn ,..he
will wonder
mama where
have my dreams
gone ..deleted
hope deleted
dawn.. mama
for the sake of
pappas fuck
i was conned
there alex .. you asked for it
