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Bottles of cheap bliss
drown out lugubrious sadness
replaced with bottles of ****
in this festering den of madness
at least there’s paradise in my poems
at least there’s a clean bed in my dreams
at least in those spaces I’m in your arms
at least I’m happy bathing in the moonbeam
surround by a fetid smell
with a lack of care for myself,
is my hunger even quelled
when there’s no food left on the shelf?
a roach skitters across a pile of clothes
my temporary friend that I confide in
he speaks, “Here is what I propose.
Stop thinking that you are a has been
get off your *** and clean this mess
unless you want more of my kin
stop ******* at the bottle is what I suggest
and have a little victory, a little win
you don’t have to live”
Squish
“Funny how you can survive a nuke
but not my tiny bare foot,
well you pest, there’s my rebuke
how’s it feel to be ground to soot?”
“What am I doing with my life?
Maybe the cockroach was right.”
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Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
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Bottles of cheap bliss
drown out lugubrious sadness
replaced with bottles of ****
in this festering den of madness
at least there’s paradise in my poems
at least there’s a clean bed in my dreams
at least in those spaces I’m in your arms
at least I’m happy bathing in the moonbeam
surround by a fetid smell
with a lack of care for myself,
is my hunger even quelled
when there’s no food left on the shelf?
a roach skitters across a pile of clothes
my temporary friend that I confide in
he speaks, “Here is what I propose.
Stop thinking that you are a has been
get off your *** and clean this mess
unless you want more of my kin
stop ******* at the bottle is what I suggest
and have a little victory, a little win
you don’t have to live”
Squish
“Funny how you can survive a nuke
but not my tiny bare foot,
well you pest, there’s my rebuke
how’s it feel to be ground to soot?”
“What am I doing with my life?
Maybe the cockroach was right.”
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