All the Whores

January 13th, 2019

All the whores with their fake tits,
And all the scavenging sons of bitches with their change jars,
Mixed in with the swill of misfortunates and their silent tears
Who have biked here from Alaska to pay their final respects.
All the whores with their fake tans,
And all the pedantic sons of bitches with their change posters
Mixed in with the multitudes of crippled debtors and their silent tears
Who have been stranded here in the wasteland.
All the whores with their fake tits,
And all the ravenous sons of bitches with their hedge funds,
Mixed in with the trickle of entrepreneurs and their success stories —
People love a good ending,
But don’t want to hear about a tough beginning.

It all dances together in the late afternoon,
In the calm and wild spin of bicycles and motorised wheelchairs,
And in the slow drift of cigarette smoke,
And the twirl of turbines gently stirs the air they all breathe
And gently exhale
Beauty

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