Friday, June 1, 2012


it was just my luck
to be stuck
ass deep in muck
and couldn't stop her
from selling my truck. 
she'll do anything for a buck.

death sucks out our lives 
our lungs
become our tombs

he was not himself
and, with that thought
he need ask himself
what of death
always knocking, knocking
on bedroom door
what of life slipping, slipping
scales balanced 
in favor of death
death knocking, knocking

catatonic cat, atomic rat
she says I'm getting fat
that's all I have to say about that


don't look now,
but the devil thinks
I'm in heaven.

gotta take it slow!

yet, it is better to shit and go blind
than go blind while shitting. 

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