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It's coffee in the morning

And liquor by night

Blessed on the weekends

By dark horse heathens

Try as they might,

It's ghost faced children

And their goat-headed dads

Unwinding pool side

Splitting hairs with mom

Fighting boredom,

It's yards all filled with crap

You bought from the dollar store's scrap

To convince the neighbors

That you're red white and Bluetooth

Even on the inside,

It's the season of growing up

I've had it up to here with 

Should of, would of, could of

Keeping calm on the crust

I'm deep dish though, enough is enough

It's an always oxidizing rust

Set on our bones and it eats

Our jaws until ossification comes

To teach us, keep us good company

And no more moving mouths,

It's half past puking 

When good poison sets in

Or is it half past trashed

When the alcohol reaches critical mass

I see no difference in the two,

It's always case-and-point

That hand-meets-leather way-of-lash

Kind of thinking that plasters me

To glass cases, hypnotic with 

Title bouts of idle fury,

It's the face of god

In your good morning sunshine

Happy to see you cereal bowl

Let's paint a smile on 

Before we dial in a suicide,

It's something we shouldn't say

That gives political correctness

It's bullshit point of view

Because civilization cares about feelings

And not about simple truths,

It's the last drop of maxwell

The last gasp of gasoline

Before the sputtering starts

The spelling of this hurts my heart

And I've misspelled it poorly