Swine

My first roommate
Was a chainsmoker
And a drunk, and
Every night he’d
Smoke a pack
And down a bottle
Of shitty rum.
I didn’t mind.
He was the one
Who had to wake
Up in a pool of
His own piss,
The lousy swine.
I just promised
Myself to never
Get that bad.
I told myself
That kind of life
Is really sad.
But here I am,
Writing this poem
After having washed
My piss-stained sheets,
And having brushed
My ash-stained teeth,
Realizing now that
I’m no better than him.
Fuck me.

Published by lou rasmus

Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon.

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