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A this very moment i am...

suckin down ashy roaches

like i was a hash hoover

watching VH1 reality shows 

It's not even 3 oclock and

I've already shot the day

I've spilled coffee on my

flannel and my shirt's

had this stain since 

last july

My feet are covered in dirt

My glasses are crooked

My mouth feels like

there are elves in cleats

tap dancing inside my cheek

There's ashes on the couch

on the floor on the table on

my keyboard on my clothes

cookie crumbs and tea cups

festering on the table

I woke up because the cat wanted food

I rolled over and I realized I had been

sleeping on a cigarette butt the whole night. 


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