what's there to get up for?
what the hell is waiting for me
in this over automated hyper sexualized existence rooted deep in the
stinking palm of the almighty dollar
retail excesses and credit card gods
what's the hell's to get up for?
besides yesterday i was fired from Inkjet Island
and I wonder now
why that matters ...and
i wonder if there is anything in the fridge to eat because
...man am i hungry
but i don't feel like moving soooo.....
what's there to get up for anyway?
nothing out there is good to eat these days anyways
it's an ecoli ridden diseased encrusted genetically altered existence rooted
deep in the stinking palm of the almighty dollar ...
made up of trade and of slaves wandering to their graves and dropping like
flies as they go ...
what the hell's there to get up for anyways?










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