Yes, I saw them all, saw them, met some, Richard Hell,
Lou Reed, Basquiat, Warhol, Burroughs, Kenneth Koch,
and it all left me feeling invisible or fucked, fucked
sideways, fucked by a john who stiffs you on your fee
and doesn’t leave a tip, it wasn . . .
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