BAD SUCKA

Bad Sucka

Had messy, green hair

And sweet, plump lips

Made a shy little smile.

She thought

It made her look like an alien,

Or maybe a reptilian

(And maybe, just a little bit).

Bad Sucka

Had a brother in jail,

And a Daddy in Hell,

Since her Mama set sail

To Nobody Knows Where.

I’d met her

In the center

Of September,

And the reason I remember,

Is that’s exactly where I left her…

Bad Sucka

Was plagued with dreams

Of savage violence

And horrific scenes.

She was strong.

Bad Sucka.

She got tougher.

So did I.

We took care of each other, for a little while.

Just a couple

Sad Suckas,

Getting by.

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