Nobody’s hero
Don’t believe a word of it
Nobody’s angel
Just a broad on the lam
With a good luck streak
And a charm in a tattered pocket
Keeping on the right side of the wrong tide
With an accidental good intention
Never been a role model for anybody
On this side of the universe
The garbage pickers of the underworld
May glance sideways
Only to find competition
For that cement shoe fitting
With some rhinestone toe clips
And a halo made of someone else’s
Drunken alley delusion
The shattered neon is
Just a buzzing distant reminder
Of some other irritating soul
Like a sad clarinet
With broken trill keys,
Without a reed,
Nothing of quality,
Cheapening the dream
With no cloud and no sheep
Just a frayed bat-wing sleeve
And a constant smudge of mascara
Across a porcelain veneer.
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