I think some Writers just Use these big Words to Dissimulate The fact that They are not Really saying Anything at all.
Do you ever read A haiku and think wait, what In the fuck was that?
There’s only so much time In the day, what, Between watching porn, and Getting high, And drinking my life away. Maybe I’ll get something done tomorrow.
I like to be high, And not wear my seatbelt While I drive. And I like steer with my knee, And send some texts While I’m at it. Not because I want to Wreck my car, Or hit someone else, Or die. But because life is Too short, and I just Don’t have the timeContinue reading “Drive Safe”
That’s all that it said, On the blank page Of the notebook That I keep next to My bed: “Routine Lunch.” That’s all that it said, On the paper I use To write down the Drunk thoughts that I have. “Routine Lunch.” I say in my head, Over and Over and Over again. “Routine Lunch.”Continue reading “Routine Lunch”
It’s coming… I can feel it Coming. It’s in my gut, Churn Churn Churning, And Boil Boil Boiling. I’m going to erupt, Blow my lid, Lose my fucking shit. I can feel it Coming. Any minute… But then I burp, And I kind of Feel better. I guess it was just indigestion, I think.
I need a drink To write; But I hate to write Once I’m drunk, Because Once I’m drunk I just want to drink, Drink, Drink, And not write. Because When I write, I don’t have a free hand to drink… Which is fucked. Maybe I need a straw.