Skid Row

 Skid Row

Alex poured whiskey at Four-thirty in the afternoon When the news

reported UFOs over Trinidad, and the stock market sank to a brand

new low And brokers are going broke While white girls are getting

Plowed by big black dicks And black girls are getting plowed by

big white dicks, and people are killed in wars in Kosovo, and

Ethiopians starve While Beverly Hills wives pay for Tiger skin

coats, Peeled off the poor creatures While they're still living By

Asian poachers are resistant to Remorse and zero compunction over

Their behavior, and Alex pours more whiskey, getting drunker, and

slipping into Coma land while girls are getting raped by their

fathers, and young boys are Raped by priests in the confessionals,

And bums are walking skid row Where Alex was brought by the

police, and thrown into the Rescue Mission in Beautiful downtown

Los Angeles on A Sunday morning at three AM, as people sleep in

Paris, after going to a jazz club, toured by American Musicians, high

on heroin, drunk and Smoking cigarettes in rumpled Shirts, worn

three days in a row, and cats and dogs play in the streets of the

major cities of the world While workers in the sewers are chased

by large grizzly rats, Ready to devour human flesh.

Somewhere in downtown LA, Alex is meandering in a skid

row, in the cold rainy night, without a jacket, without keys,

without Bus fare, and without self-respect