This offends me as a vegan transgender hipster democrat voting Native-American-Indo-Chinese socialist anarchist hybrid illegal alien agnostic-atheist Germanic social engineering major dropout who only vapes fair-trade organic non-GMO decaffeinated French-pressed compressed and hydrated extra-skim grass-fed only protein soy breast milk on the regular and does Hindi Kama Sutra naked crossfit hot yoga 5 times a week. And frankly, since I am also a non-binary tri-gender genderqueer male feminist and I identify as a proponent to legalize cannabis and a Rastafarian, pansexual, genderfluid, Apache helicopter beta mutt of mega multi alpha beta gamma delta omega combo god of hyper death who's adamant about polygamous polyamorous relationships with an pure-bred alpha chihuahua which helped me cross the border of Mexico to let love trump the hate and get a job 3-D printing pink ***** hats all day. My dog also walks me to the local skate park and doggy styles me, while my gender neutral photographer neighbor takes pictures and sells them on the dark web antifa site and if you find that weird you're an ignorant arrogant homophobic gender-assuming globophobic bloodthirsty bacon-loving gun-toting cis-gender pan-****** patriarchal incestuous sexist racist white-privileged misogynistic populist biased objectified white-privileged anti-communist **** indoor tanning Cheetos cheese-puff-loving republican.

and now nina smokes vapes
on the quad with a new group
of friends that say things like,
do you have a dealer to every
dreaded black guy that passes by
and she talks really loud about
how fingers feel far far on the
inside and she laughs really
quiet at jokes that make sense,
and she never writes anymore
about how life makes no sense.

give me a chance
to take you out
for one last night
in the city,

as the angels sleep on the sidewalks,
and the reptiles snore in the white house.

I'm crying alone
while your friends check their phones,
smoke their vapes,
and Brady the dog nudges my leg
with his snout,
soft as a napkin
wiping breadcrumbs off a table.

Chipotle before we write diary entries
for our children who look like your
ex-boyfriend. Tell them stories
past their curfew,
as their heads cloud with dreams,
where nothing but beauty blooms,
and sadness goes to pasture,
to be cooked on a rotisserie,
and spit out into bits.

like your flesh when it's been burnt by a lighter.
so listen up,
finish your game of FIFA,
then make me laugh,
so that I could forget about yesterday's fight.

present my roots with sacrifice and i'll grow into the sacrilegious
i only like amber nectars and ***** water, so remember
i'll blame you for the winters that come and rainless summers but
i can be quelled by promise and wanton by touch
and i'm a god and i'm a sun so conditions pay off to the appeased and maybe
doors closed, i'll praise you too
this is rugged and lame and you'll never get anywhere on this path but
rocky and unsure is the way you chose to live anyway so what's another
addition to Your toxic? drown your liver, smother your lungs, let your demons eat their way out of you
from the inside out, claw at your lips,
and watch them infect the ones your love- ****
this life is short and everybody's already huffing and puffing on vapes and
entitlement; give people something to really burn their houses down with.
maybe a waste. maybe i'll rot.

Once upon a time , in the old , old world,
before we discovered a new Planet, that was human friendly,
and we abandoned , the spent out earth,
The old world folks , were addicted to synthetic drugs.

Alcohol that caused liver failure,
Fast food , that made them unable to walk,
Unknown women laid down with Movie moguls, monsters
Once know,by the public, denounced the mogul monsters,":<,Me Too **
and became even more famous, inspiring other women to follow suit.

Obesity became so acceptable, and normal,
that the world , slowed down, due to overweight,
spinning slowly , scientists  wrongly calculated,' Global Warming'
  The rush was on to find a new home,

The first arivee's to the new world planet,
were dubbed  by their Martian hosts,
  as the ones from,
    The Planet of the Vapes.

Holly Barrett   18 ' 1 ' 2020

What about tomorrow?
Tomorrow just ended today,
And will perish again tomorrow ,
Like the morning glory,
That drains alcohol to become sober,
And when,
everything that was
Sublimes in afternoon
The morning glory vapes itself into the evening,
Thinking of high planes, as falling stars
Wishing, but is turned into wisps,
As night falls,
The morning glory, withdrawn of all substance
Gets drunk with the multitude of mishaps,
And gradually dozes off in shadows
As all the wishes turn to wisps and drift away,
Another tomorrow ends all the same,
And tomorrow again,
The morning glory
will turn on the lights of yesterday to see,
As it imbibes, everything that was,
once again .

And the Lord said, “Get thee bent!”
Here your empty money’s all spent
Among the **** and ashes of last month’s rent,
In the dead end downs, that is my town.

I’m a bit of a disco dancer,
Frequent romancer
That half pint, any change? Bit of a chancer.
I would read her star sign
But I know its cancer,
In the dead end downs, that is my town.

No easy escape,
From that ****** that vapes,
On the bar stool under the gym.
He eyes up the napes,
Of the barmaid’s shapes
Who looks like that girl in his ***** tapes,
In the dead end downs, that is my town.  

No crisp fiver,
Just her salvia,
Dripping from your lips and gubbins.
Behind the red eyes and ***-end nubbins,
You love those filthy, back street rub-ins.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.

You just go home,
Another sexless twilight roam,
You smash up some middle class **** called Jerome.
Hair full sweat, you’d **** for a comb,
It is me or the ***** or just a syndrome
Face full of holes like honeycomb,
You just can’t write anymore of this poem,
And think to yourself “well, when in Rome”
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.
In the dead end downs, that is my town.

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I drive.
Each night passes by
cold shadows
tell no lies,
by flicker strangely
like specters
dying before me.

The road is mine
and I am its,
possessed by quiet reflections.
Daylight finds
hills that ride
and roll
up and down
all around me.

Stimulants,
set to see me
safely home,
little nicotine sticks,
not actual cigarette
of vapes
but gas station
electronic
devices,
stacked with
lots of caffeine.

Music and podcasts,
audio books
play by to fast,
they never seem to last,
because the drive never ends.

Hotels,
hot showers,
more caffeine
then overtime hours.

Until,
they settle me down
to one worksite
and that rogue
road work life
fades fast behind me.

Part of me misses
the unpredictable madness.
Part of me is grateful
for the stability.
Its healthy
cause I get better sleep.
Now I drive the same route
every **** day,
but I miss the strangeness
of the different roads
I used to take.

Out of the old myth
A seed spit in a melon
Contest while all the good
Kids mostly still (and some of the bad)
Believe in Jesus
Yet I imagine
The afterlife
As this bar my sister-in-law
Trolls, a good roadhouse once,
South of the state line,
Until the vote lifted
Prohibition and it moved
Into town and the Keno
Afternoon and cigarets
Until the vote
Against tobacco
& now the furtive hits
Off the newly legal dope vapes
From the neighbor state,
Slowly losing retirement funds
And the food--
It's not what it used to be.

Sun as of the heaven on high
Spreading to the waking green
Good for the ascending to sky
Sun as of the heaven on high
Morning this that vapes to be dry
Humored as the fog has been
Sun as of the heaven on high
Spreading to the waking green.

How much wine
Rushes in the veins of the grape?
She has eyes and smiles
Of vineyard.
How much wind imprisoned in her breath?
She Vapes.

As They might tell you, I am the luckiest girl alive.
Luck. Lucky, the luckiest.
I have 3 dead vapes and a dead dad.
Burned coil, burning hair, burned out
Even my bed is on fire.
I’m just so… tired? Tired, definitely. Just tired. Just. Tired.
A lucky, lucky, tired girl.
Whose soul cries out for something long and sweet and deadly.
Goes right along with daddy, don’t it?
I am, we are but cigarettes, burning between dead lips.
What a gift, what a gift.