This is another example of my adult fiction. Here is an excerpt from the soon to be released book of harsh life short missives and poems titled -
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ANOTHER RAW NIGHT IN A RAW TOWN
You are living in a raw town!
Staying up all night long…
Fighting for the right piece of the turf…
Grabbing hold of the cold darkness!
It will be all right tonight, because…
Blue clad soldiers walk the mean streets.
Their blunt swords of hard rubber are in the ready.
Their steel hard shields are held chest high.
They whisper, "The little punk over there…
We know that faggot well.
He has the little girl earrings in his ears.
He looks nasty when he twitches his ass."
They whisper, "We’ve heard he gives head in dark corners.
The love he gets is warped and dirty.
His perceptions are very fucked-up.
He was once a high school quarterback!"
They whisper, "There's too much crack on these streets.
It flows through clogged veins faster than blood.
There are other poisons out here, too.
And, there is a mean germ that lives in the living dead!"
They whisper, "Stay off these streets at night if you're smart.
The dangers existing in the darkness are frightening.
The drugs, and the bullets, and the diseases -
They lurk there awaiting your arrival."
They whisper, "Watch out for the poisonous hooks!
They dangerously dangle all around you!
They will drag you out of the light!
Death awaits you in the darkness!"
And in the end, when the daylight returns,
And the streets return to daylight normal…
Remember where you came from --
Do you really want to return to the raw streets?
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ANOTHER RAW NIGHT IN A RAW TOWN
You are living in a raw town!
Staying up all night long…
Fighting for the right piece of the turf…
Grabbing hold of the cold darkness!
It will be all right tonight, because…
Blue clad soldiers walk the mean streets.
Their blunt swords of hard rubber are in the ready.
Their steel hard shields are held chest high.
They whisper, "The little punk over there…
We know that faggot well.
He has the little girl earrings in his ears.
He looks nasty when he twitches his ass."
They whisper, "We’ve heard he gives head in dark corners.
The love he gets is warped and dirty.
His perceptions are very fucked-up.
He was once a high school quarterback!"
They whisper, "There's too much crack on these streets.
It flows through clogged veins faster than blood.
There are other poisons out here, too.
And, there is a mean germ that lives in the living dead!"
They whisper, "Stay off these streets at night if you're smart.
The dangers existing in the darkness are frightening.
The drugs, and the bullets, and the diseases -
They lurk there awaiting your arrival."
They whisper, "Watch out for the poisonous hooks!
They dangerously dangle all around you!
They will drag you out of the light!
Death awaits you in the darkness!"
And in the end, when the daylight returns,
And the streets return to daylight normal…
Remember where you came from --
Do you really want to return to the raw streets?
End
RLJ
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