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I hate everyone. It's my defense.
But if I saw you, lying on the ground, I would resuscitate you.
If you were a homeless person, I would be nice, and over extend myself.
If you were drinking, I would have a beer with you and regret it later.
This city is undefined and ridiculous.
The people in it are hard to understand.
But where else would I be?
Lonely in my grave, that's where you will find me.
Why don't you come visit,
after you are done feeding your children,
you unhappy family man?
For the women are too busy,
drinking imported wine
and instagramming selfies
about some skinny starving ass bullshit.
And the vaccinated people
live in bubbles pointing fingers
at everyone else, angry
spewing voices - chewing fat;
grieving for my old friends, old businesses.
Have you looked out at the water, recently?
It's quiet like the thoughts,
you only see me type,
behind the dark grey door
to my coffin.
Remembering a year ago,
this city was in flames,
and I had a purpose protecting children -
is about as useless as
trying to make a new friend
in this city with the quiet lakes.
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