Rent is high,
but I save in gas, walk to work.
Bike for groceries, and cab it from the Main St. bars.
On nights like tonight
when I get to walk down Ocean Park Blvd.
down the beach, and hike up to the pier.
I don't mind the bourgie people,
being alone, or miss my small town.
A lit beach, a dancing pier to the beats of "Lowrider".
I forget that earlier today I was worried about influeza A,
or the swine flu, and don't pass on the,
puff...puff...puff.
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