Poem - The Street

by (Zeff) Lane Patrick Hazelwood

Misty morning comes tomorrow and tomorrow never seems to come, life's a bitch when your hung over, you lose the plot, lost in the park Here I am singing for my tucker sometimes life's like a mother fucker,  in the end it all goes round and round especially when you come from this poor part of town.

Neon Lights they keep on flashing especially in this night of Downtown happenings, there they go on graffiti corner, doing all their drugs and all it's paraphernalia, if you go down by, don't linger there or you might find yourself mugged for drugs and beer.

And there goes Jane still standing on the corner.. chances are the sluts got gonorrhoea, but I will be coming home when the summer nears the end at the end.