Seen all good people
stained pallid
by the hammer,
SisterSledge
& Constable Cocaine
synthesize
a marching through,
to, this,
mauling end.
Felt ’em at night,
at another daybreak
blast, heard ’em
on summer weights,
off with their
withered cast.
Robbed a few good
downfished
at the yowl.
Sighed and we wept,
conversed, let better
so, so longin’ n’
aheading
out.