NEVER LEAVE YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD

Social climbing losers in the woods 
demanding logos for T shirts five years up their ass,
How crass your macrobiotic treebark sliming out your underwear blues.
Didn't get enough antique flea market crap 
and never shower hippies in fields of meat?
I greet your armpit smell devours the Al Kaeda 
in the ecstasy of mushroom nipples.

Ripples never come back nor do your hairy conniption fits 
of ecstasy you bought at Crobar.
Somewhere Dana Dunbar's in heat 
and her mustache dies blonde in transit.
Come to the opening in closing 
your best friend's best friend is now your best friend,
But her best friend hiked a mountain, 
man you've got it lazy. Get on a fucking subway.

Never leave your neighborhood, the upper west side mall 
it throws a pall upon the dirty rockers never cut there hair 
or wear clean clothes eat digestible bras on rooftops 
garlic sluts have their way with the listerine scented night.

Never leave your neighborhood, 
the lower east side mall is a bar and bars on windows 
hide the squealing of rats in floors and ceilings 
and rat parks on Stanton Street come alive in the heat.

Never leave your neighborhood, 
and Jersey City thrives with waterbugs and big jugs 
on the path train bounce out of Ground Zero into openings 
and protestings and Uncle Joe's apartment cleaner than it used to be.

Never leave your neighborhood, 
and Chelsea tank tops fly off the meat racks 
and nine dollar Cosmos leave no doubt of tanning salons 
overflowing with overpriced lousy Pork.

Brad.

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