There really comes a point where malt liquor doesn’t quell the noise. Doesn’t give a fuck how loud the speakers go, doesn’t give a damn about your coworkers hernia. Strips you of worth like a slave ignoring your false trips lineage of their bawls in protest.
You tore my sanity wide open. I blame you for this mess here. You’ll get it all back.
I want a better fucking outcome than your baby, your tremulous wedding, your first child’s birthday. Fuck the fruit I have literally nothing left to lose. The baby is tainted anyway. I’ve given it all for ash & bone & lead paint. Everything is toxic fodder maybe your next will play the sprinkled icing role on your greedy cake.
I’ve come to the conclusion/
I’ll keep you
on life support. Eat your lucid popcorn.
–LM