Monday, December 7, 2009

Saturday People

The smell from the spill wafts
Cheap whiskey burns my nostrils
So badly my eyes scream in protest
Stupid Saturday people
Value only the now
Gas fumes not as
Unpleasant as the whiskey
Another now choice
Forward thinking impossible for those
Who barely think past desire
Burning wood and vomit swirl into one smell
Kill your brain cells while young
Die childless, stain not humanity
Acid wash your genes
Remove the miasma
From the flesh of humankind

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