Cunt's Not to Like?

For the extremist left in my home town,

I moved on to the death of my ego,

it looked like a medium
to
low budget affair,
possibly Canadian.

And then these memories moved,
briefly to Grande Prairie,
before returning to Prince George.

A deconstructed sum of parts,
laying out in a front yard of
a trailer park,
close to that old sleigh.

Relocated
and fully expecting to be damaged,
drowning in dead beat debt,
but knowing that I could do better,
but then again, knowing I won't.

The smell of success just as unknown
as is the stark failure I've lived up to thus far.