I'm Goodwill hunting,
Filthy man hunched over speaks
of living on South.
Knock at the green house,
it seems like no one is home.
I’m called from the dark.
Check your cigarettes,
Oh no, you found all my crack!
Will you let me smoke?
Pretty girl in flannel,
why did you come here knowing
you will be destroyed?
Under the sunset
Lies the highway at earth’s end.
Shatters our windshield.
Drifting off to sleep
To the voice of Sedaris.
Sounds like Betty White.
The city of sin
Glitters in the desert’s dark
But we won’t stop there.
Forced back to my room,
Everyone here has a place,
But I’m just alone.
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