pizza, beer, and cigs

since you were born, have you been anywhere else?

gobblin’ pizza, gulpin’ beer, smokin’ cigs

have kids as a child

that’s the main goal here

have a bun in the oven

as soon as the sun comes up

over the horizon

then you could strike up a conversation

with the first bloke you met

at the back of your block

get yourself knocked up, no school

just drink, eat, sleep, smoke, work routine

livin' on repeat

until your sadness is over

what will you do when you older?

have more babies to kill Monday

blues?

the earth can’t take any more brats here

not everyone will be a genius

one spoiled, the next one gone

the middle may meander

somewhere on the decent social ladder

there is no room to cater to everyone’s whim

someone has to disappear

in these drug abuse knotty arrangements

subject to availability

at the time of creation

why so many?

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October – November 2022

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