tagNon-Erotic PoetryGeorgie B Still Ain't Dead

Georgie B Still Ain't Dead


"Georgie B still ain't dead,"
midnight to eight mission man said.
"Sure as hell thought he was
or took a Greyhound bus because
he's always begging on Stuyvesant."

Jail was a bad boy who didn't like can't
whose cock fight left a ghostly sight,
red eyes pummeled black as night.

"One week dry," mission man said,
Death of the Hired Man in mind,
closest thing to a home he had,
and they had to take him in.

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