A Two-hundred year Old Southern Bella St. Louis ware s southern gloves concentrated covers of racism with lace trimming absurd lining of dead fur a hold over from its pioneering days St. Louis stiffen rebellion and salt our wounds to keep us in tune but not tones St. Louis will wrong your life with crime and diabolical political fight a fixed city limit deceives to maintain control on the buying and sellin of St. Louis souls Saint on the river Saint lime stone against the Midwestern sky leakin its waste into the eye of the gulf filling the southern flow St. Louis who did the deed to Laclede in Tennessee Saint Louis is immobile unmovable save its spilled chemical Monsanto that reaches across city limits and corrupts counties of bellies and bees Stained Louis once prodigious is now near stillborn stubborn in its growth of mold its undoing of stolen bricks taken to the south to old brick southern riches homes still yet undone 250 years old to the year in its righting itself shipwrecked tied to the Mississippi of flatten mounds of all its wrongs which it keep homes to tame its own Strained Louis stand tall as stainless legs graffiti tagged into the steel still as man made weak enough to fall and still all in all I love her because I am her child.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 07:27:52 +0000
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