The glandless man walked onto the city square his lips formed thank you
where addicts lay huffing under dirty blankets
Great man of stature bent down and tasted their drugs to cure his blues
walking on to a dirty city, one he helped pollute
Giving up his money to me as the roads curved the notes acidic to his hands
off he went to heal his bleeding nerves that still yearned glands
And the streets were calm sidewalk onlookers kept hush on those pavements
When a friend stepped up and with him a hungry ragged raven
He too delivered his fortune unto my hands saying it was the burden of his current lot
and greedy eyes lay in the hungry ravens head and my hands lusted to deliver buckshot
For the bird would not do more than accuse and rummage begging for a slug
His wings were a black leather jacket and his white pasty complexion repugnant
And there the money went to the palm that grew on my side of town
Just before the fingers that carved city roads into the ground
Glandless men and pseudo thugs their illusions so sound
A circus in the center of my hand, for I could turn perversion upside down
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