city smells
of mildew
waste
toxic haste
of boy's underarms
doin' a chase
of gyrl's spreadin'
their legs wide and high
beggin' for more
singin' micheal jackson,
"I can't stop til i get enough come on"
of more than one runnin'
in on them
game?
naw.....
posted on their
forehead a label
and all over for that matter
is "porn star" cover in paste
city smells

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