The night spits out Big Daddy Slick,
living on the edge and liking it,
watching out for LA dick cars
when not asleep in no tell motels.
Heaven on earth is crystal meth
but hell is a brimstone fist
for Melinda a week from Iowa
still in the tub as the sun goes down
to give the appearance she's as clean
as rosy red skin on farm girl cheeks
seen in the neon reflection of
Rooms by the Day or Week.
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