peephole people according to me
the day is done at 12:45pm,
but I am just dumb,
interior designers are my last chance,
but ain't that the way?
songs are killing my teeth.
I've eaten shit
been bitten by snakes
had my heart broken by rakes.
and now, with vodka in my coffee,
I must quit and resign to a new day,
a different damn dirty dildo.
after this poem,
I will shower
and hopefully be new.