Thug Love

Thug love, I suppose

I hear her voice, and everyone pretends

earphones, Newsweek, napkins guided by

the wet trenches

RC running down her scarred lips

Grocery bag filled wrappers, DIY tampons

I hear her voice, but everyone is busy pretending

 

            Thug love, I suppose

Standing beyond the yellow line, yelling at the bus driver

            He is busy woman he is busy with the bus

Sit down

            Poor is written in cum on her Bears jacket

                        Poor is written in ink

On her dragging breasts

 

            Thug love, I suppose

Speaking English, but no one understands her

            She mumbles drool spit, jaw fallen open

                        a cave entrance cracking dry

Coughing menthol, sniffing gas, her knees wobble

                        Refusing to fall

 

            Thug love, I suppose

white trash ghetto girl taking up the whole sit

            get your feet off trailer trash

                        get your feet off b***h

                                    get your feet off cocksucker

 

            Thug love, I suppose

She spills her RC over box blond ghetto girl

            The cola separates her hair

                        Dreads the edges, the bus tightens

The bus throws her off her feet

 

            Thug love, I suppose

White trash ghetto girl screams, stands up

            And breaks her teeth

                        She bleeds, and the RC swims on her wound

And travels into her body

            She lands on the bus stairs, and everyone watches

Oh society, oh love peace benevolence harmony

Oh bloody mouth gap face, turn around

                        Turn around

 

            Thug love, I suppose

                                    The bus stops

            And the woman leaves, her blood on box blond

Her blood on the seats, her blood travels the wet trenches

            On the windows, the RC can skidding under the seats

She yells outside, and everyone is busy pretending

Everyone is pretending and avoiding her blood

 

            Thug love, I suppose

                        Screaming about HIV

            Everyone pretending, everyone avoiding the blood