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It’s been rough

in LA.

It’s been rough in LA.

cheeseburger and grits

I’m smiling cause I got parole

and I told my baby

I’d be out by March

and look at me smiling.

Don’t you love me

my one eyed golden retriever

and a chandelier

I can’t fill?

I’ve been a bottle of scotch

and a Rolex watch.

A bottle of gin.

I held but didn’t hold.

Not right.

I left my brown eyed baby

for a sideways mirror

and two pockets of rocks -

don’t take it like that.

I’m not like that.

I just can’t see the stars

past your nose.

Three ravens and a black

eye

I’m fighting the sink

and my luck is good.