buses and failing and loose socks and haftas
the dirt sits
up in anger
and my mother reads
me the bible while
i pick my nose and sweat
between my teeth
and people pretend they
are dead on TV while
i wish they were dead
at home
but when you landed one on
the back of my head
i came
and i thought about
how easy it is
to not have anything i
want
but that wouldn't be
the first
or the last time
fate had never
been born














Comments
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scrap is never crap
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alright, which of you jocks put gateorade in my bong?
cut his wrist
vertically
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something about a nightmare
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something about a nightmare
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alright, which of you jocks put gateorade in my bong?
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