even for men.
does this make me
in my eyes only,
I stole a glance today,
and cut someone off in traffic.
Honesty is poverty,
just ask the heart of what's-her-middle-name.
While I am just a son of an onion,
lost in a salad
on a day when the fridge breaks
and Pepper ain't home
to save me with spices and time.
Some times you casually lose your mind
on a mildly hectic
with chia seeds stuck in your molars,
and a client that doesn't know shit about shit,
so you write a poem and see red dots,
How many more years?
I guess I am the one
with the responsibility
to raise the dead.
Lick my life.