Tuesday, 12 April 2016

wigs on a pig don't make it an eagle

cold pizza by the kitchen sink
a mug of lukewarm black tea
i can't be bothered to heat up
wearing ratty grimy pajamas
and avoiding responsibilities

tomorrow
tomorrow i'll put all your things in a bag
and deliver them to your house
and punch you in the face
and cry all the way home
tomorrow

stress cooking muffins at 3 am
inventing new things to delay
a lump making me suffocate
descends from my gullet
and oppresses my chest



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