suck down food
you starving fuck
dog outside, hit by truck
fortune cookie
asexual bookie
says, just your luck

there are no ladies left
under neon lights
on chip paper street
near cigarette gutter
testing gravity with bread and butter

we were never meant to be here
this is the wrong wedding
the direction in which we’re heading

i remember magazines
afternoon jizz on tv screens
this is not what a good life means
living a life of rice and beans
getting hungry, try to sleep
plenty of potatoes because they’re cheap
salad is a luxury

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