i need to get lit; smoke a blunt;
trigger the imagination;
life is boring; keeps me awake
like a girl snoring no matter
how many times i shake her
ass to stop that stupid shit.

i’m falling a thousand feet
from the building that thousands
died constructing, but none of
that matters to me;
i’m selfish
and don’t particularly give a fuck.

“Post No Bills”
Scaffolds surround the block
the big ass rat stands afloat
the chants echo from a few
i still don’t give a fuck.

give me my Gucci store,
give me my Prada store,
give me the shit i can’t afford,
and all the meek,
can go to fucking heaven,
where i’ll be staring at them
with my sweet ass outfit.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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