wasted

prudence

the crusties on the corner
are missing at least 7 extremities combined
and the anarchists in the haight
care more about their hair
than fighting fascism

and i couldn't consider myself an anarchist
because i'm far too lazy
to go buy a black bandana

T.S.O.L and screeching teenage boys can be heard all the way in east bay
if you dare to listen to them

pick my brain with an ice pick
i always wanted to be a teenage lobotomy
and every time you find something
that contradicts my morals
or lack thereof
take a shot

  • Author: Prudence van der Linden (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 23rd, 2017 03:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: a camper van beethoven bonus track, whiskey, and a saturday night with raggedy skate rats.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 35
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