Vulgar
Vulgar Me, teacher of the hours of misery, unemployed vagabond standing in front of the carports of the future, hero & pedestrian of instants and surprises. I await prayers of chance & feelings of thirst, needles in my back Today, I pretend to choose my granted life. I’m full of vulgar feelings when I look at hentai, pornography. I live in a time without shine where original art is placed in candy wrappers & cigar boxes. My race has nothing to do with being vulgar. In this, all races equal me.