YES, I MICROFICHED YOUR
FACE IN MY MEMORY
Not that anyone would know, nor even know
what it is I mean. That world has turned to smoke,
which is probably outlawed by now anyway.
Things don't stand a chance, and the world
really is a smoking heap. But where do we
go from here?
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Outside the penny arcade, where Madame Lila
used to read fortunes from her little enclosed porch,
now there's a Lukoil station, with a Speedway on
the other side. In the Summer, I can recall, 9 or
10 years back, the kids would roll their joints and
party up. Across the way, Jenny sold hamburgers
and fries - those same kids would line up there,
sizing each other up while scarfing down their food.
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Isn't there any sensible way to be cool today?
It's got to be better than this - the same kids' kids
now watch porno on their phones instead. Every
twat is shaved and bare, while they remark on
pubic hair and disclaim loudly over tits and asses.
Girls too, I understand; while they decide which of
the two they'd like to be. Decisions. Decisions.
Decisions.
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