pizza, beer, and cigs
nothing else matters here
since you were born, have you been anywhere else?
gobblin’ pizza, gulpin’ beer, smokin’ cigs
have kids as a child
that’s the main goal here
have a bun in the oven
as soon as the sun comes up
over the horizon
then you could strike up a conversation
with the first bloke you met
at the back of your block
get yourself knocked up, no school
just drink, eat, sleep, smoke, work routine
livin' on repeat
until your sadness is over
what will you do when you older?
have more babies to kill Monday
blues?
the earth can’t take any more brats here
not everyone will be a genius
one spoiled, the next one gone
the middle may meander
somewhere on the decent social ladder
there is no room to cater to everyone’s whim
someone has to disappear
in these drug abuse knotty arrangements
subject to availability
at the time of creation
why so many?
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October – November 2022
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