cold sweat of hunger
exposed, raw
unidentified jonesing jitter
no explanation
a need needs filling
but, I have it all
the usual two point two's
nuclear surroundings
no major melt downs
but the cake's in the rain
with betty crocker, susie homemaker
and all those other
whores of housewifery
regurgitating june's pearls
just once, I want my circular
la vida loca to snug up
inside the universal
square fucking hole
not bloodly likely










Glad to see that even when you can't win you are bitching instead of whining

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