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Dickheads shit-talk, huddled
First-world frat-boys and skinheads
or mourn a murdered
who will never a mile
in this woman's shoes.
Drink up and mumble abuse.
I'm still by it all:
windows and getting busy
around the time
(with Labonte's sister
behind the
out in her Speedos),
that I was with no hands,
Bella was flinching from the
of a Depo "family planning",
and a spanning
her own Harbour
A my country underwrote in paradise.
25 to the rest of her life.
And in the shadows of Cruz,
she crossed her behind her back.
as night fell she emerged
Built Suharto a Trojan horse and lay
a box under her arm
'til the motherfucker her north
and her uniform.
that held der of allegiance
She it at the gates
of embassy
and her whisper echoed into a
The truth will set my people
as she