Under The Bleachers. by Johnny Scarlotti

clank, clink, clank, 

i listen to him run up and down the metal steps

Up and down

clank, clink, clink, 

clink, drink, clink,

clank, clink, drank, 

drink, clank, clink,

then he sits, for a rest, he's out of breath

i see the veins

in his muscular legs, O0o, 

like ssnakes

reeaching out 

like ivy 

like the castle walls 

with cracks and graffiti on it

he's gotta lotta tats 

pale skin, red hair

reminds me of the dry grass field a few miles away

after i took care of a guy in it a couple days ago

took care of him reeaal good

i grab his ankles 

pull him through

to my domain

he tries to escape

gets to his feet

but i flatten him out again 

then i take care of him too 

Johnny $carlotti is a grade A fuckup drugged up sonuvabitch lowlife very bad scumbag piece of shit no good motherfucking great big stupid ugly loser. fuck him. i mean don’t fuck him. and don't follow him on twitter @johnnyscarlotti. RREEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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