not even drunk
but worrying about
sleeping well;
must be
in the process
of selling out
must be giving in;
faltering
off the track
The honesty of con men
nauseates me
though it fills me
with awe
at the audacity
never could hustle
always fell
short never quite
made the cut
just exist
in this solitude;
meaningless crock of shit
that summarily
capsizes my life
selling out
to the highest bidder
my soul placed
on the auction block
for any takers—
best offer wins
It really has
come to that
and it’s just
such a fucking shame