You haven't spent the night under shelter of a bench. Let me enlighten you.
When it's raining out, those little spaces between two by fours leak rain on your half alive face
Dirty gum and the stench of a thousand anuses
Mediocre, obscure, lovingly identifiable graffiti
The feeling that life itself is a cruel joke and most people don't even know what life is. And nobody really even knows wtf they're talking about. Not even yourself. S'all a goddamned mother****ing crapshoot and the only people who win are the ones with loaded dice or a few extra bucks to tip the dealer. S'all a sham, man. You're as good in the gutters as you are in a frighteningly generic condominium-studio apartment overlooking the corner of your whereabout's distance above the ground and from the rest of the city.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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