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Where The Sidewalk Ends

   I live in a place
Unlike any other.
All the people are shady
As you will discover.
   This place has a name,
But to me itís much more.
Itís where the sidewalk ends
Right are hells front door.
   The people are fucked,
They lie and they hurt.
Out of fear or of boredom,
I donít know whatís worse.
   They talk straight out their ass
When all else fails.
To discredit and spite you
With their fabricated tales.
   They speak in many tongues,
But Swahiliís known best.
Done it all in record time
And currently learning the rest.
   Donít try to argue,
Itís no use besides.
Youíll be wrong either way
In their ignorant minds.
   So if you come to this place,
It will drive you insane.
Drama Ville USA at itís finest,
But hey, whatís in a name?
Written by alisvolat82
Published | Edited 22nd Dec 2014
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