by Chris Butler/Randall Rogers
There was once a me
that could write no wrong,
singing songs to instigate
race riots across Denver,
as hookers routinely robbed us
for our emptied wallets
when our pants were down
around crooked ankles,
dirtied by the rocky ground,
so we couldn’t run after them.
August 31, 2009
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