Poem

Jesus killed these guys, he did, I don’t know why,
I didn’t,
so for fuck’s sake why am I in prison?!
So listen, I’m dreaming of loving and kissing
having this spot blown up with nitro-glycerine
while my mom’s home babbling about new kitchens.

Isn’t the world unjust?!
Wrong friend, mad fuck,
wrong place, wrong day, bad, bad luck.

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