Saturday, January 10, 2009
Token man of the year
on my shoes, the bottom of my tshirt...
I Knock over a pot plant filled with bath salts,
they all scatter across the floor,
tinkling - mixing with the piss.
A few flowers melting into zinc puddles on the floorboards.
and that fucker say "yes, we can"
and every one crys a little bit - all filled with hope and adoraton.
pfft,
he probally never had to clean up this fucking mess.
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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