I see the wealth
of a sentimental sinner
with bucktooth skinflint-
nigger knockin' rockers.
They're all tied together
with a string of alertness.
Something smells like
those fish that I kept
in my bathtub.
Don't worry, you're not the
only loser with Marboro pants
and a Budweiser shirt.
Cracked and wrinkled fingerprints.