by. facundo ezequiel
motor oil
dogs
those dirty
old cocks
drove
through america
mumbling
hysterical
young dumb
business
trying to
impress
just a
little girl
they never
knew
that in
that stew
noone comes
clean
whatever
the means
it’s really
a pity
in the
nitty gritty
ground is
the peak
sheena
warned them
doodled
with a pen
drew three
hanged men
each had
his stem
cutted from
the roots
and bleeded
black soot
they didn’t
listened
motor oil
dogs
dying on
the rocks
drying like
wet clothes
not even
close
to a happy
ending
so it’s
pending
the final
line
of this
poem
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