molly with her privilege binky

down the throat that speaks, using paper bags

thru hell that doesn't bring their own

more PC or politically acumenic siccoin yeah 

left whatshisname in the car

just to get a few man

-goes, not quite ripe the cop viewed her

faux pas with corporate aplumb

a dossier embodies

When strangers do the same at Food Front

they tip a dollar and wink

knowing the way the world twerks

SE portland

NW shit poem