A general Summation

 A General Summation.

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Breakfast mornings at the shelter 

are a real smash. 

Between Meth-Head Cat Fights over 

cheating boyfriend's,

and Whiskey-Hobo Jamborees at 

7:00 a.m. 

in the Devil's Courtyard ran by 

"Ministers of God" 

who 

just wanna cash in their paychecks

to

entertain whatever Secret Lusts Haunt 

their 

Hypocritical Hearts.

Few Roses remain in such Gardens be 

assured. 

But one fine morning things were 

different. 

&

Beauty walked bravely into This Den Of 

Vipers ,

pet every Serpent, and made Doves out 

of 

Snakes with such ease it somehow seemed 

rehearsed.

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She told me I looked "Out Of 

Place", as if I Didn't Belong ..and

I said " yeah that about sums it 

up in general" (which caused her to

Laugh at My Truth she assumed was a 

Joke ).

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I saw her about a week later at 

the library, laughing at jokes told 

by one of the Meth-Kings who pimps 

his Women out to Those Lunatic Leeches  

Congregating beneath Twilight Bridge. 

Her Angelic Laughter cut me in ways The Lonely Streets 

never could, and I felt betrayed

though No Promises were ever made. 

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Later on (after more than a few pints of Whiskey), I 

spent the night with Three Lovely Gypsy Girls who 

sell their Fleshly Wares to more "Respectable

Souls" from The Business End of Town. 

They said I was cute and they'd never had 

A Cowboy before, so I could come party if 

I wanted to.

Oddly enough, I never touched any of them 

that night , or any night after..

and soon word got around that I was "Crazy", because 

the only thing I ever seemed to want to do was drink my 

ass off and recite poetry at the non-judgemental walls until I black out..

and..

("yeah, that about sums it up in general".)

Jsh