I was flying low
Headed
for a crash
I didn’t
just kick the shit
Like all
my hip friends
I did
another drive thru lobotomy.
Watching and feeling the junk
Leave your body
Is a gross
inventory Real horror show like
The problem,
I’m told
Is that My roof (repeat)
is apparently on fire
and these mother fuckers think they have the right
cocktail
to put the thing out
I say
let it burn
But I signed away my rights
When I walked thru the
One way door.
I’m a veteran here
So they just throw me back in the trenches
And I can smell feces Smell gunpowder And hear dirty jokes
Like my second tour of Nam
My marathon thru
Institutions is lengthy And some might
even say Impressive:
Children’s homes Foster homes Juvie
Rehabs
Mental hospitals
Free VD clinics Housing projects
Jail
And
From anywhere
To anywhere
On a goddamn Greyhound bus
I didn't get
The I love myself
Jacket this time
But my own red
dragon
Reared its ugly
head And it was wearing Too much red lipstick
90 Meetings in 90 days the big book
the 12 steps
a higher power slap it all together
and feed it to the
masses
with nicotine and coffee and what you have is
possibly
the most brilliant
pyramid scheme ever
but all these people are selling
is a
shiny new you
cause “you’re not well”
and “you
need to get better”
and “if you take
one more drink you’ll die” and I wonder if they know how
fucking thirsty I am
you’re useless
if you aren’t producing
consuming
procreating
goddamn its frustrating
and a little
ironic that my refrigerator
is exactly
12 steps away.
But in
here
Life is simple
Put me
in a room full of
Crazies
and drug addicts
And I
feel the spotlight in my eyes
And it’s like
I’m a debutante Claiming my white
trash heritage And somehow
I feel like
I've finally fucking arrived!
Thanks for stopping by my blog. interruptions in life, but I'll always come back
Do not forget that my new book will be coming out probably early next year on Interior Noise Press.
