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Empty Pockets full of Dreams

Submitted:Mar 6, 2011    Reads: 24    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

It´s early in the morning

a tuesday morning

the 25th or 26th tuesday here

on my search for being found

I´m hiding some Whiskey in my right sock

9 Bucks left

that could mean passing out & killing time

it could mean changing stinking socks

getting a coke

a real cold one & some smokes

I still have some to get me through

two apples, a small bag of chips & two empanadas

with no clue what´s in them

I start hating all those dogs around here

but I love the owners having to pick up their warm shit

an idiot is chipping balls in the park


Gentlemen Only, Ladies Forbidden

you should play golf on a golfcourse

you should play tennis on a tenniscourt &

you should live fucking life on earth

whatever and wherever that is.


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