Lean cat scat poll bard across the yard, in the dim sweat blackened haze back a Detroit flat.
Ragamuffin, Fat—Sam, grin across a poverty drawn dark face;
Hands slap over the race.
Lick-edy-split in hell-bent craze: hairs raised over a trash can crash.
Black hands rose clenched fisted across the track, in the dim sweat blackened haze back a Detroit flat.
Tycoon, Banker, grin across a well fed pretty face;
Business soars over the race.
Lick-edy-split in hell-bent craze: hairs raised over a trash can crash.
And so, man, no more than man, ***** blood to feed a grin no sooner drawn than it severs the jaw that held it: to mock silent at judgment.
In the end we are one race, and all sinners, and all guilty, and all in need—ones no more, no less the others. …DGB
Ragamuffin, Fat—Sam, grin across a poverty drawn dark face;
Hands slap over the race.
Lick-edy-split in hell-bent craze: hairs raised over a trash can crash.
Black hands rose clenched fisted across the track, in the dim sweat blackened haze back a Detroit flat.
Tycoon, Banker, grin across a well fed pretty face;
Business soars over the race.
Lick-edy-split in hell-bent craze: hairs raised over a trash can crash.
And so, man, no more than man, ***** blood to feed a grin no sooner drawn than it severs the jaw that held it: to mock silent at judgment.
In the end we are one race, and all sinners, and all guilty, and all in need—ones no more, no less the others. …DGB