trackmind
ha ha funny
Join date: Oct 2006
50 IQ
#1
we wore nothing on our sleeves
but the daydreams of the production line.
absurdity
like a drunken nightmare.
sorry,
that’s a hungover nightmare.

anyways,
i stepped out in the streets
in the disgusting morning
and the dew kept poking my ribs.
”just let me ****ing sleep, man.”
but it wouldn’t.
i mean, i could’ve asked
for something less
modest
like the pursuit of dreams
and a bottle of wine
among escapist swine.
whatever.

and then the sad reoccuring Friday
like a piece of bread at a working camp.
okay I’m exaggerating.
still, though.
i deserve to be saved.

don't we all?