THAT's LA for me.

There's the mouth that eats onions and fish,
and the lips that kiss, and the tongue that slides slightly in,
and the ass that shits and smells and farts,
and the hand that wipes that ass,
and the hand that shakes the dinero's hand,
and the brow that thinks and sweats,
and they never get to know each other.
That's LA for me.
There's a Brad Pitt and a stupid housewife and an illegal immigrant and me, all in this very city.