Thursday, January 26, 2012

End of Empire

What do you call it
when they make you
bend over and think about
tomorrow from the perspective
of the implausible?

And what do you call it 
when we Jabba the fuck out
on Funyuns and Diet Cokes
and Little Pizzas delivered
by acne-addled young masturbators
in cars borrowed or stolen 
from over-medicated old neighbors
on rusty old side streets
in long forgotten apartments?

What do we call it?

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