time spent in los angeles in poetry

I made my way into the mouth of the beast
not into the belly, no, not in the least
chewed me up spit me out but still I survived
most don’t make it back breathing
most don’t even give it a try
so forgive me my scars
when I piss moan and cry
I took a shot at the monster and lost
but I’m somehow still alive
that’s more than most can say
of time spent in L.A.