the girl had
her tits hanging out
boy scout blue and
no respect for her
own blood
some fag boys were singing
from the floor
i went home and cried
warm beer and a stain
on my pants the next day
to keep the patrons staring
in the grocery store
in the restaurant
where i ate cactus
and bananas with my rice
last time my dad sat across from
me screaming about Texas politics
and the end of the world
seemingly relative subjects
i don't know anymore
lies parade the news and magazine stands,
the wine bottles, the cat pills,
the beer, sex,and vinegar
and red-faced children
crying over the mountainous bridge while
their fat parents make them
watch and take pictures
of the bats
that look
just like
shitty rats
on wings.
i'd like them all to die
some day.
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