When I woke up today I didn't clean my teeth.
's no point- I'm getting used to the rank taste of life.
Starting to accept it, even.
pink mouth, white teeth, now brown from cavities and decay,
laissez-faire, yeah- that's what I'll be.
Yeah, buy some coke- can of cancer, instant refreshment
though temporary
I s'pose everything is.
I have lost faith in improvement through criticism
being constantly aware
Well, I can see they don't care,
politicians in their lavishly funrnished buildings
while so many
hundreds, thousands
coughing, heaving, struggling
defecate,
fornicate.
Skin an amalgam of scars sealed with cigarette tar
gleaming with grease from bacon and bad hygeiene.
houses brown monochrome.
In everything-
wall colour,
Resident moods
scuzz on the knifes, forks and spoons.
People smile, courageously.
It all sickens me;
What it is
and why it is.
Practice what i preach?
That I do.
Part of what I am I wish I could discharge,
I'd still not be free, but I'd be removed.
Removed from all the brown genericity
of this gritty, brown city, writhing, pleasurably in
a bath of fresh, warm piss,
in self celebration
this very human hedonist is happy again.
and again the night after that,
because he's wise. that's one of the finest faculties of this noble species, you see- the ability to learn.
and this ones's learnt that
nothing
ever
changes.
Adding your comment:
I really admire that, now the rest, I truly enjoyed this. It was REAL and that is what I am looking for. 
