A Shitsville Narrative, part two.
by @louis-pollard
My coffee is tepid and so is the sky.
The clouds snap shadows to the floor
and demonize the sleeping Bum's silhouette.
It's funny,
you can't help but feel that
life would be simpler eating
twisted crap out of dumpsters.
But what those fucking Bums don't know
is that they are missing out
on some of the best things in life;
money, self-respect.
But then again
I don't see any of those drugpushers
give a shit about self-respect. And
your money is as valuable as
the shit you want to poison yourself with.