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Rated: E · Other · Career · #1995802
For that escapist and outcaste that resides within us.
BANDITS


In the corners; blowing smoke
Sun spitting light, so miserable, our scars
Jane's the seductress, late to wait tables
Gods that warm her pockets;
And something more?


Jules, the lover, had her days
Of rosy nights, all wine in the downtown
Now, oversized, she cribs and curse
Carrying his unholy bastard within;
Could she ever forgive?



Josh, all bruised; all smeared
Caught in heat in the night club
Chasing shadows to sell his smack
Crying in dark; a Blondie he banged;
Will she ever be forgotten?


Tanned breasts in Miami heat
Singing blues; brown lips kissing falling ash
Jobs; all to pay rents; ain't no degree here
Grilling our hopes to live a day more;
Can ever stand again?


Sun shall shine here; on our asses
For they say we'll strut one day
The walking lot will wait and see
Not to stare; to measure our worth;
Us to die like this?

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