It was

It was
a fat motherfucker
in Sears & Roebuck
Christmas drag
who looked
bad
and smelled
nice
who gave
me the
best time
I ever had in life
'Have you
ever kissed
a gun
like you
meant it?'
said his lips
as the
leather holster
and shiny
bullets
fell slowly
from his hip
and, no
I hadn't
and now
I knew
that only
the old
can
understand
what's true

17 years
from
the womb
she took
a bullet
to her head
with a body
nearly new
and a soul
so nearly
dead
She wrote:
'Mom
I'm sorry
about the
party.
Please don't
cry when
I am gone.
A bullet
hurts a
minute,
instead of
on and on.'
It was the
best time
in a
bad
neighborhood
that he could
ever recall
Sears and
Roebuck
Gin and Santa
and a rappin'
'Deck the Halls'
'Have you
kissed it
like you
meant it?'
And he
let me
cop a
feel
He wore
polyester
morals, cowboy boots
and
naked
steel.
'Kiss it'
he cried
'Mean it'
he sighed
''Cause
I'm nearly
done'
-- I did just
that
turned
round
my hat:
He sees
He cocks...