You've got to have a real need,
Gotta sleep on your toes,
When you're on the street.
You've got to be able,
To pick up easy meat,
With your eyes closed..."
Shiver in your bare skin.
Doctor claims it won't hurt,
Just a prick from a pin,
Put back on your shirt.
Slavering mouth,
begs for food,
To the deepest south.
Naked, and lewd.
Fight a fever,
Tumor growing within,
Fine steel cleaver,
Cuts away what has been.
Fascinating ugliness.
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