Ramblings of a Teenaged SinnerA Poem by Steph CrandallCigarette smoke inhaled by the black lungs of Jesus. No one’s perfect. Utopia does not exist, there will never be rainbows running free through the
city. Heroine addicts always wear long sleeves, so do the
cutters. It gets so hot in the summer and her secret roasts inside. Never let her come out. Rainbows, flaming homosexuals and those less stereotypical. Marker on her hand, she goes out for drinks with
friends to get the stench of lesbian off her. © 2011 Steph Crandall |
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