beware of the blue-eyed
gypsy who lives with
an economic mandate on
the edge of hell's kitchen
who for words walks to
waitressing for rent where
oppression is deeper than
her varicose veins chanting
oh lord won't you buy
me a mercedes benz?
oh lord won't you buy
me a mercedes benz?
beware of the blue-eyed
gypsy who has a weakness
for jews she's a slave to
autonomy the one-way
tunnel to estrangement
alone she's okay but
single seems impossible
with bukowski on her lap
stein in her head whitman
on call dickinson between
her toes beware this is
a warning you can't wind
her up operate on batteries
or plug her in she'll tilt
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