Ode to Blacktown

O friends, no more these sounds!

Let us drive to Blacktown,

More full of minority hounds

 

Oufft, sick spark of hectic-ity,

Daughters of asylum,

STD-inspired we cruise

Thy fast food sanctuary

 

Thy religious delusions unites

All that ethnicity has divided,

All men become runners

Under the duress of crystal methamphetamine  

 

Whoever has escorted

A desperate man,

Or has stolen

A true and golden Rolex

All who can call at least one Ed Hardy item theirs

Join in our song of praise;

But any who retain syntax must creep tearfully

Away from our circle

 

 

Basically, I didn't enjoy my visit to Blacktown.