i'm going to die alone,
before my skin withers,
before my mother, father
sister and both brothers.

i hope to fade out
to the sound of another
televised war,
where the purpose is
lost in verbose.

no more small town cops,
self-taken mirror pics of ****** bags in flex,
no more tan blondes with gargantuan sunglasses,
no more left wing, right wing, chicken wing,
nor laughter or warm beer,
no more neighbors, so-called friends, or fast food,
no more retail ****** or gun-toting *****,

only me, my old friend misery,
and perhaps a ****** eternity.