Charlene is Boston.
One cheek, smart
The other, brash
One side (of the river), art
The other, trash.
Charlene, you say, or Charles?
A woman runs through it, but
More comfortable in bars.
The center cannot hold;
With mere Charlene loosed on this world.
A city that’s too good
For someone who’s too good for it.
It’s bell epic, Mickey, not Belley ep-oh-cue.
No, it’s bell ep-ock.
The joke is on you.
The corrector corrected.
The culture shocked.
Charlene is not.
Better.
Charlene won’t brawl with you, Charlene will out-box.
You.
Another shot.
Who?
Head
Body
A chess game; Charlene is never sorry.
Head-body
Head-body
Her hair, her voice, her lip
They torch.
Get the fuck off her motherfucking porch.
Sugar-Ray?
He tripped.
Head.
Body.
Not satisfied with
Her bar
Not impressed by
Your car
Should have won the
Os-car
Sorry Alice.
Charlene deserved.
Better
Charlene is.
Better
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