Little Angel Glow

He laughs through a strained face
like wind from an underground train.

“I just boast over the beats, me!
Mix in some funky blips and
talk street and—here’s the key—

stir in girls who coo
like whores in a limosine
parked beside a big church!

You get that little angel
glow in the chorus and ch-
CHING! you got a fantasy

that lets you get rich
off the poor!”

And he winces that grin again
through a face like a map
of a war.



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