self-identifying existentialist

the debt collectors keep calling me.
the baby momma’s attorneys keep subpoenaing
the court dates keep coming…and going.
the issuing of warrants is relentless.
please keep serving me; i won’t show up.
you see, i’m not a good person.
i stare up at the sky at midnight,
look up at all the stars and realize
that we don’t mean anything,
so i’ve taken the position that i am the only
that matters, which means shit for you.
as the cherry on top of the mother fucking sundae
(i think that’s the saying),
i don’t give a fuck.
the great thing about this philosophy is that…
you shouldn’t give a fuck either.
let’s have a harmonious day together,
until we don’t want to anymore;
that’s beauty, peace, and love.

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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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