Did I
Care?
Face to
face with reality of the past
Then
horrid nostalgia drives in its corrosive rust
Urban
blight makes me the slum rat
Every
street I know has become a drug nest
The music
forces itself thru’ my mind
I can’t
block out the feeling of nausea unkind
I’m taken
back to days when I was called trash
I lived
for the days underground the society dash
Day began
at midnite and we ran loud and drunk
Among the
music vibrations were the sexual variations
The dark
tunnel was nowhere land where nobody knew
Sensations
only were lustful orgasms without view
Spiked
punch flew and our minds were in a psychedelic stew
Reality
was the hand you saw and the lips you lunged for
It was
time to go for the sun was rising
Did you
even know what or who they were before the sunlit morning?
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