DEATH COMES AT BREAKFAST
I wonder when I’ll be 6 feet under we are all running out of time running short on days minutes and seconds inside most of us feel like we will never die that’s the biggest lie we hide in our days and bask in the moments of life life envelops our five senses another juncture commences time does not last on a clock as we cling to this earth rock the world spins that we live inare you grounded in reality? or lost in a fantasy the presence of life is too much I want to escape adopt a different consciousness that makes more sense I get drowned in the routine of the daily diurnal mundane ho hum o
THEBITCH
The daily stress gets on my chestI’m constantly put to the test little time to restAnother conquest as I invest in the messAll this stress makes me scream to the extreme - let off some steamtoo many battles and fisticuffs things get roughTrying to break from the past wish it was faster but it’s an on going disasterNeed to get a break from all the mistakes that lie in my wakeWant to punch a hole in the world - rage catches me in a catastropheI try to break free with a help me pleaProblems swirl and bubble like a cooking stew never seem through Solutions over do what can I do Phone calls shrill in the middle of the night a
THEDEAL
We jumped that iron horse on a southbound course Heading to the east village on a bombing run and a drug deal yeah for realWeed runs out - marijuana drought wanna cop that ounce that O Z of fresh trees to place in the pipe and light it's late night the east village is packed with bar hopping wolf packs we weave thru the mass mad fastShe did not tell the dude I was coming dealers can get crazy paranoid new costumers and new people they try 2 avoid they sometimes get annoyedShe rings his bell he answers cuz he wants this sellThe lobby door opens we enter the center like entertainers bending the first flo
I AM DUBBLEX
When the shit hits the fan it makes your whole life stinkMy landlord wants to evict me because I have a mental illness and write wall poetryMy job is trying to fire me while I am on sick leaveMy X wife constantly calls to harass me and leaves 21 messages all of them equally nastyMy X girl friend who is my coworker made up a story that I verbally attacked her and blocked the door so she could not leaveShe texted and called me endlessly I told her quietly politely please I am sick don’t bother meShe told me she was going to throw out all my shit and promptlyI am under investigation for saying fuck while teaching for the department of education
When the shit hit...
When the shit hits the fan it makes your whole life stinkMy landlord wants to evict me because I have a mental illness and write wall poetryMy job is trying to fire me while I am on sick leaveMy X wife constantly calls to harass me and leaves 21 messages all of them equally nastyMy X girl friend who is my coworker made up a story that I verbally attacked her and blocked the door so she could not leaveShe texted and called me endlessly I told her quietly politely please I am sick don’t bother meShe told me she was going to throw out all my shit and promptlyI am under investigation for saying fuck while teaching for the department of education
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