death is a breakfast cereal
war
will not
change
nations.
Lennon
said it
best,
only
peace
and
love
stand a
chance.
pack up
your
version
of
the truth
America
and
listen
to a
bomb
strapped
child
dying
for
change.
a shot
no poetry today
only a hangover
with my tongue feeling numb
my eyes swollen
and burning a dry red color
the smell of garbage
and cat piss is everywhere.
my apartment needs a powder puff
and I need to bite that dog in the ass.
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