just a poor writer
living a stupid life
of stupid dreams
hit that hornets nest with a stick
and stood as they bit me
praying to my God that I could take it
praying the poesin would leave my body
pretending that I was winning as they covered my flesh
with red welts and open sores
there is no justice
no truth
no worth at all
no hope that is not manufactured and temporary
if we had any brains we would kill ourselves
last nite my kid climbed up on the Quick Trip sign, not the high one but the low one, and the police came and the crisis team gave him Atavan and sent him home- he was convinced They were out to kill him and so he wanted to make himself a more spectacular target....
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