trust fund baby with a living room outreach
a crashed sports car
and an optional adjunct teaching job
your shit just piled up high enough
to choke the heavens
alcoholics anonymous is a cult
you’re all addicts indeed
itching for a meeting
instead of mad dog
any corner any hour
you may shove that 12 step bible
where the sun don’t shine
i’m sorry i’m from kentucky
i have a t-shirt which reads
eat the sober
no i have no room in my life
to house a mental ward on my couch
oh god you hippy dippy types
dead heads will believe anything
“They are not schizophrenics, they’re people living with schizophrenia…”
i’ll remember that when i wax unromantic
about you in the future
“He wasn’t an asshole, he was a man living with an asshole’s thoughts…”