I roll out of bed
and grab an empty beer can,

curling my fingers with
clumsy half conscious grace
I pull out my **** and
place the head into the
mouthhole and ****.
its

a long one,
rivulets of ***** dribble over the sides
and stain my crusted socks.
I take it outside and throw it away.
I go inside and sulk for a bit,
cracking my knuckles and drawing
shapes in the walls,
the light reflects into my pupils
And I hate it.
I have to **** but there's no water
the toilets are clogged, filled
to

the brim with
hymn excriment

you're upstairs living without me.
who knows, maybe you're having a better
day
or maybe its exactly the same.
somewhere someone is eating caviar
smiling laughing in love.getting laid
enjoying music
******* in a toilet
laying on a couch watching t.v.
instead we're here