endless misery
 
the humid air
clings to the
anticipation
of afternoon
thunderstorms
 
endless misery
looks to be the
only highlight
today
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squandered
 
you ever wonder
why your loneliness
seems infinite
 
why your dreams
are never allowed
to come true
 
why luck seems
like some fable
told to children
to keep them
busy
 
why your genius
has been squandered
for pennies
 
while other dumb
fucks are rolling

in cash
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happy poems
 
an editor once asked
me why i never write
any happy poems
 
i told her i learned
long ago to only
write what you
know
 
any good reader
can see a fake
fucker from

miles away
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a morning in the swamp
 
these endless summer
days where the night is
as sticky as a morning
in the swamp
 
air conditioning is
something only the
rich have
 
open a window for a
breeze and it's nothing
but the stench of death
 
you learned long ago
there is no damn point
in complaining
 
god moved on from

these parts years ago
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a much simpler time
 
saw the obituary
of the last guy i
bought drugs off
of
 
that was so many
years ago now
 
a much simpler
time than this
world
 
not that nostalgia
wins the day
 
the weed is so
much better these
days
 
like going from
black and white
television
 
to suddenly owning
a tv the size of the
wall and as clear as

pollution free water