Dog goD 8Hate
San Francisco - Poem by Dog goD 8Hate
San Francisco offered secret views,
the admission was gross,
yet I paid, PAID in full
(that) 'detachment! '
and that welded me to now...
unimpeded, revelatory existence
apprising days rife in what's
an exceedingly-benevolent vision,
those squalid, dejected streets...
vile n' dirty... foreboding execration -
Beauty n' the Hideous -
a polarized existence:
with all that
I had a Mansion
down on 6th Street
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