to believe that the world is not
some sleaze
ball
joint, a smokey dive
at the end of the dark
universe.
a hell hole,
of miscreants, and losers
with loaded guns.
the gender confused.
liars and lunkheads,
actors
and politicians,
criminals of all sorts.
lazy bums,
sitting on barstools,
boots on the sticky floor,
waiting for
the government check
to come.
but it feels that way
sometimes.
no wonder no one
pays us
a visit.
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