Dirty Bonnie

Pocket block devils
With grit to keep it hot
Never seen a check
But wads swell the socks
Every day, spilling rocks
Into the concrete wreck

To bleed out the minds,
Hearts and faiths.
Streetlight butterflies
Supplying the wraiths.
Funking up sister’s kitchen
Their lives re-framed
With stunk out linens
And utensils used in profane.

Smelling copper, glaring
Sideways at the Clydes.
Skin’s never been delicate.
Everything is on this ride
Still, there’s everything to hide
From her syndicate.

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