Poems of The Underclass

Fucked Up

My Father
My real one
Was a gambler and a crook
My blood doner
Was even worse
And as for my mother
Poetry's just not for Her.
Words by Shane - Memoirs of a Heroinhead
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The Mill
I Scared a Muslim Today
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Little Minor Indiscretions
The Dawning
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Three Years of Zero
The Underclass
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Love Lost Again
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A Great Excuse
Letter From Exile
A Brief History Of Work
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Dad, Happy, Summer 1973
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Blowjobs
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As The Summer Evening Died a Death
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Cold Comfort
Jumping School
Fast Food
The Cost of Living
Jean Genet
Poor Love
The Hoddy
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No Ball Games Allowed
Psycho
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Fucked Up
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