#1
If you don't know anything about the Beat Generation and its writers then this might mean very little to you - but I hope you can enjoy it anyway.


Hunkie the Junkie sitting sad on 42nd street,
fuckin' the sailor-boys and waitin' for the next fix.
Ol' Bill Burroughs wrote him,
so did J.K-
and that boy knew respect, before it kicked him in the face.
And he was there to take the rap
when the cars were flipped,
curtains ripped,
junk all over the floor...
sitting pretty dicky in his Herbert Huncke hat,
Herbert Huncke shirt,
Martyr's pants.

A sad little small time criminal,
down and out addict,
gay lover on the sidewalk.
Dark and Holy, just out of jail.
But a Hero of the Beat Generation.




love is a dog from hell.



#4
Just repost this Chris.

Sorry. You might wanna give the rules the once over just to see what's changed.
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.