Leaving behind a fresh batch of
“I already know how tonight plays out,”
I drive across town to
beg for scraps
(as that’s all my stomach can handle these days,
Scraps, that is)
Tomorrow will be another test,
Multiple choice:
a) Procrastinate
b) Masturbate
c) Try to get a job
d) Prove my worth in society
e) A and B
f) C and D
Women are the weaker sex,
they say,
they being people in general
not the women themselves,
most of the time,
But when I wake up
with whiskey breath
that taste of death
I have to reconsider
because
if a man wins the bread
and pays all his debts
I guess I’m cast(e) of some third,
even weaker set
Friday, April 3, 2009
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