Didn't work today
the day labor place sent
a black guy named Willie
'cause he's got a car.
Too damned old to
be clearing dishes
off table's for the
wealthy folks, who
came to stay at the
swanky high rise
hotel in WestLittle Rock anyway.
Woke up thinking
of my 15 year old
daughter, she hates
me, and makes no
bones about it. Out
of smokes, I walk
to the corner for
a pack, a 6 pack of
cokes for mixers
and a two dollar
scratch off ticket.
Damn, I won 30 bucks-
I'm a lucky guy.
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