I've been reading bukowski
all fucking day
what a hypocrite
I won't admit
my own selfishness
I'll just drown myself
in a dead man's poetry
lukemia at 73
the worst is bound to become of me
Tuesdays are longer than mondays
faces the same and mundane
cry and cry and complain
light a joint to explain
why the sky looks that way
and why obama and why mccain
someone needs to tell us what to do
without bullshit guidance, we'll be screwed
Suffocating institutions
human error, I guess that's polution
what the fuck is evolution
we're all dumbasses, we need a solution.
I hope my lungs
don't turn to shit
I'm too young
to feel like this.
Cigarettes
put me in debt
I'm paying some guy
to kill myself.





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