Step on the scale
fidget
fidget
"Three Digits!"
f a t

Shuffle back to Your Room
p r i s o n  c e l l

8:00AM
Drag yourself to the main desk
The Morning Medication line is long today
m i n d l e s s

Pretty pills fill your palm
They have changed colors today
They are all shapes, large and colorful
c y a n i d e

PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK

They dive into your empty stomach
Swim in acid and glide through your veins

Emotional Morphine-
You await the glorious numbness
s a n i t y

and still you crave the blade.

*b l o o d

Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

Troubling thoughts cross my mind when i ponder on my past.
A ****** start from heaven, but how will my story end?
I am not fair to the ones who brought me up
And i'm more concerned with my cliques no matter how short they last.
Instead of advancing in my studies,
I burn time with fluff.
I could change my story at any time
But i chose to let it slip up.
Is it possible that my book is already written
And i have not finished reading?
Or am i working on a first draft that will be revised once i finish?
So much time has been wasted and i know exactly what i would edit.
But for now, i'll finish my story
And procrastinate the editing for later.