I live in the city of industry
Near La Puente with my family,
We live collectively
In a house with the tremendous
view
Of other houses just like ours,
The people who live in them
and their cars
My momma was a secretary,
She worked for a major company,
She died giving birth to me
And my sister Rosa Lee
My daddy works the 12-7 down
at the factory,
At night he sneaks into my
room
To tar and feather me
I dream I’m not really there
whenever it happens,
I dream I’m off surveying my
property
In Orange County
I dream I have an angel to
watch over me,
She looks like Pamela
Anderson-Lee
And she serenades me
And she has the international
symbol for radiation
Flashing in her eyeballs,
Crashing down like waterfalls,
I never heed the warning,
I’m always dead by morning,
Bury me away in the Inland Empire
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