Careworn and Grim
Careworn and Grimdreamed of opening a gothic laundromat
since they were six years old.
They got strange looks
when people saw them on the sidewalk
painting cardboard box washing machines black
and festooning them with gnarly crosses and sharp skulls,
but they knew someday
their hard work and angst would pay off.
Now they look with pride at Soiled,
the only gloomy Laundromat in town,
where all the angry Goths
come to wash and dry
in the machines marked "Darks Only" and "Mesh Cycle"
and listen to Cure and Cruxshadows records
while they brood
and match their red-striped socks.
Poetry by Rapscallion
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Written on 2008-04-27 at 06:36
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