I hate everybody 

and everybody hates me

So we have some parity

That's good 

Now

Die 

Or at least oh my brain

Is fucked

Yeah there's no escape

except through the pit of fingers

The eyes of Mars

The tranopticon cerebellum 

the starving donkey

 Overweight

and tattooed

Eating at Culver's 

The rain came down

and washed as

sin

Piled up 

Traffic stops

and robo cat litter boxes

 Caco-Phones

Blistering barnacles!

I don't like strangers talking loud in my ear (grumpy

old man)

The city is coming back and it's shithead galore

"I went to school at Duke"

Whatcha study how to be a fuckhead?

Oh angry 

Pissed off 

Hating Modern times

Gotta get off this tundra

 

 

 grievances and saltpeter seance

Soaked your twisted body

Take out the trash

all the cans and boxes 

The garbage stinks

Lesbian housemate never takes it out 

Smokes pot

drinks Jack Daniel's

Snorts yeyo

I wish I were 

But I'm too old

To do that shit

Cest la vie

Je voudrais 

Aller

 Smooch moves

C-tax

XLax

flights to your buried dreams

Non stop

 

 

 $

 $$

)))))

&&

 Forged to aluminum?

Instead

Your place

    Too many say

  Why 

Why not?

Streets

Of 

Loneliness

  Bitter

      and lost

Stupid and lost

Lost and dumb

Shut up

Oops

 I was King Worrier

I ruled the fields in local taverns

Ravens avoided me assiduously 

I wrote worthless poems

I drove a 2013 Hapsberger

my bank account emptied 

My wife left me

my children didn't accept my new girlfriend 

my bartender wouldn't serve me

It was as it should be

and the world was tired

 I trained for Death

I breathed

And washed 

Wore boring clothes

old comfortable sneakers

I talked no one

and laughed at nothing

 

 I worried myself to death

that's not infrequent they say

death is somewhere between here and there 

I found by myself the tidings 

The rising AND the falling

The ides of March and Senators

but it was no great difficulty 

longwinded airbags

Were not in the shadows

En masse they cried 

They wept tears and tried to make a mountain of my tidings

Good luck with that

 The curious were sent for "rehabilitation"

President xi camacho told you to sit your

Monkey ass down

You decide shenzen was not your kind of town

so you packed up your Yak-mobile 

and headed to Trenton

Good Dunkin out that way 

 Snotville MN

Land of Babe the Blue Ox

Great industrial biways

and Double bladed Axe dreams

 Cement Shoe Town

was definitely the next burg on Google maps 

The gas gauge was a skinny bulimic gal

Throwing up in a Target bathroom

and you crying

 Shy 

And shied away

from Reno to Sparks

And all Mayo Pasta Shrimp

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