What Bullshit This Is

Honesty feels less miserable than other shit


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What Bullshit This Is
What I really wanna say is what bullshit this is
To work a fucking job to eat and sleep beneath a roof,
To be cozy and safe with retirement and health insurance,
To make my parents proud as if that’s the be all to being born.
If I were not a coward I’d wipe my ass with this doggerel.
I wanna stink and be real, write poems on napkins,
Hand them to serious business fucks and flip them off.
I wanna eat baked beans cold out of the can.
I wanna drink shitty malt liquor on the sidewalk
Why the fuck can’t we do this?
So I play it safe, lose sleep, wake up early to go to work
Which is ridiculous as all work is ridiculous
Because if we love it it’s not work even if we’re paid.
I am a coward who shits in the morning and asks the mirror why
What I really wanna say is what bullshit this is