what
the fuck am i seeing
you want me to believe
some blue
eyed korean
stuck telling lies
without
any surprise
in the middle
of the street
on a
sunday night
screamin’
‘you’re
a faggot’
at the
top of his lungs
toward
a mildly amused group
of wanna be thugs
pants hanging low
siging ‘bout
a half ounce of blow
shuffling
home from
the club
the show
on
sunday
main
street is full
of half-hearted
denials
petulant stares
coming
right outta eyes
resting
on sneers
polishing the charm veneer
high
heels
ass-grabs
and
seers
