Denizens of darker doorways
women of the night
users and their cruel suppliers
this derelicts delight
rabid dogs on every corner
hunt in hungry packs
needful feeding from the needle
wrong side of the tracks
angry men make love to bottles
while no one really cares
sleeping sound on soiled sidewalks
having hundred proof nightmares
gagging from the wretched stench
not soon to be forgot
the smell of piss and vomit
and hope thats gone to rot
At home amongst the madness
I count dollars, three or four
and contemplate my options
the whiskey or the whore
with deadly days upon us
as our world comes falling down
soon this sinners circus
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