The Town's A Little Girl
The town’s a little girlRotten to her coreHawking her secretsTo the publicI see her, everydayFiddling with the miscreantsRubbing the wrinkled nosesOf sensible people in mudFor what can they do?They stare, beatenBy her sheer arrogancePummeled to cowardiceThe stench of the rotHits my nostrilsLike a giant’s fistI tumble in shockThe town’s a little girlGrown men lick their lipsWhistling in endearing…
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