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DAMAGED by Jeffrey Littrell

she can’t even meet their stare
from too many nights of helpless despair
broken, yet expected to please
in filthy rooms, down on her knees

the ends of her sanity frayed
the last of her blind faith betrayed
she’s damaged beyond all repair
lost in the misery, unable to care

she has no sense of direction
with a clouded perspective, it’s one more injection
nodding out on the bathroom floor
a walking ghost, a helpless whore


RAP IT TIGHT by Jeffrey Littrell

 

I never got respect that I didn’t have to earn

I never met a gangsta that I didn’t wanna burn

I always get the money

I never cut no slack

got knuckles in the glove box

and a Glock tucked in the back

 

down in East Kentucky where the coal mines are

if you’re down to find some trouble, you won’t have to look far

there’s pill mills, meth labs, and trailer park trash

dive bars and storage units full of dirty cash

better take a Ruger and a thirty-ought-six

some dealers are jumpy and full of cute tricks

never go down past the tracks late at night

and never bring a shank to a gunfight

 

always look at the money at the bottom of the stack

keep it real, do the deal, and never look back

they damn well better fear you or you won’t last long

so keep your swagger up and your hustle strong

bring it, feel it, do it up right

hustle and flow it and rap it tight


THE COMBAT ZONE ( Boston, Mass. 1990 ) by Jeffrey Littrell

undaunted, he approached me

with an off-putting grin

asking if I’d like to go

and have a drink with him

 

I told him straight up

all that I was after was a score

but what he had in mind

involved a little something more

 

I walked off down the street

amid the persistent sirens

going in and out

of different decadent environs

 

they crept inside the shadows

as black as obsidian

pure evil personified

with eyes vaguely reptilian

 

a strip club called “The Naked Eye”

provided medication

dancers moved emotionless

in the throes of sweet sedation

 

with my addiction sated

as the warmth inside me spread

I walked out of The Combat Zone

infused with guilt and dread


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