my dad and brother sit around
on sunday afternoons
talking about conspiracies

kennedy
area 51
princess diane
911
all the **** no one really
understands

some of it they say
was planned some if
it not so much

i sit and take it all in,
scratch my sack when needed,
watch outside for the storm that’s
coming waiting for five o’clock when
i can stop thinking and drink a bottle
or two

heat filled sentences shooting
thought process half dead
get me mad

if everything is a conspiracy
then **** this heart of mine
and **** all this time i wasted
waiting