with one punch, at the age of 16 and ½,
I knocked out my father,
a cruel shiny bastard with bad breath,
and I didn¹t go home for some time, only now and then to try to get a dollar from dear momma.
it was 1937 in Los Angeles and it was a hell of a
Vienna.
...
me? I¹m 30 years older,
the town is 4 or 5 times as big
but just as rotten
and the girls still spit on my
shadow, another war is building for another
reason, and I can hardly get a job now
for the same reason, I couldn¹t then:
I don¹t know anything I can¹t do
anything.
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