wanna be rolls-royce town

moving down the
street and all
you get are
dirty looks.
the chincy
overpriced chain coffee house
grazes on the corner like the
fat
cow it is.
the petite
slut clothier struts
her ass up and down
the side streets,
on her knees in
the alleys.
no more rathscallions
allowed in town
local gestapo units
swerve
and jerk
around town
stalking the night with
turned up noses,
whisking the undesirables away
in black lincolns.
jack up the real estate
squeeze out all the
life from
the old girl
bleed her of
flavor
and leave her
bone dry.

el Commandante
March 8th, 2006