through the only system that keeps our image— entertainment.
This is the black water I have drank from;
I take irony pills for my blood.
I got to say I love my life at times
I live month to month
Paying credit cards off while I struggle to
remain in a heated facility.
I’ve been through gutters
Some cleaner than others
Apartment-size house
An acre of yard—I
could mow in less than an hour.
Running and trying to prove to my mother
I was more efficient than my brother— who
was grown up and still looking
to my mother for money.
At least he was working for it,
until the job was awarded to me.
As I know in hindsight,
my brother was probably pissed off;
and that’s probably why he borrowed my bicycle, that
I paid for with the money I earned, and after twelve months
the inquire was answered with
“I sold it!”
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