I wanna be a self-congratulatory,

sell-my-life-story

Brookfield F___

before I’m done.

 

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Brookfield Youth on a Milwaukee Street

I wanna be a self-congratulatory,

sell-my-life-story

Brookfield Fuck

before I’m done. I mean

not right now.

That would suck

except it would be fun

if I drove over

to your Milwaukee block

in my Range Rover

acting like a big,

fat, veiny cock.

Really, it’s what’s expected

and I’m respected

by my family

co-workers, and friends

all three.

But not as much

in my cul de sac

cause they talkin smack

when they don’t know jack;

you know I got the knack

to go on the attack.

But I digress like a worthless

college professor professing

liberal babble for the rabble,

for the Rabbis, and all the babies

needing aid to pay for feeding

greedily stealing all my savings

making Mom have to work

for the mortgage and the Rover

and my college and career

so I won’t live here.