Low Life Poem by Avernus Sans Pitie

Fascination for the low life part of town
Down the street your head spins round
Don't be caught alone around here night
Bring a gun or you'll get knifed
By a Gracemont Methhead low life

Don't be born into Okie society
Pay for love, the hate comes free
You'll have enough money for the rest of your life
If you don't marry some Latina tramp low life

Don't know exactly where I am
Woke up in my clothes again this morning
I must have sampled the Mexican clam
Didn't wear a condom ignoring the doctor's warning

I've been here too long to be afraid anymore
Can't reach the bed so I sleep on the floor
You can get so stoned you think you can fly
But there is no way you'll get high
In the Oklahoma low life