Those girls from around the way,
They’re not perfect —
.
They’re from this town where people lie,
Where businesses board up,
A town of all these charities
That will be dead next year,
Some fat guy putting more $ in his trust fund —
.
They were meant not to have their thoughts furnished for them,
But to think —
To analyze, meditate on the homo sapien (like Mr. Del).
They do standup comedy,
Or they support standup comedy,
Sitting there smiling,
Motionless, reality on melded plaster
Like the breath you took in yesterday
That forgot to be anything but one of
Those girls from around the way.