a crack in the pavement

 

i often find

the beautiful

to be ugly

and the ugly

to be even

more ugly

 

it’s a sickness

i’m sure

 

but just like a

flower growing

in a crack in

the pavement

 

i’m sure there’s

one such person

out there for me

 

unless i look a

little closer and

realize that flower

is a fucking weed

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any meaning to life

 

it’s always

the quiet

types

 

the ones

that never

fit in

 

never could

find the right

girl or keep

a friend long

enough to

find any

meaning

to life

 

and in the

rage of

rejection

comes the

guns and

the outlaws

 

the other

loners that

know chaos

is a means

to an end

 

they just

never tell

you what

that end

may be

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no will deep within

 

they can hope and pray

all they fucking want

 

there is no will deep

within these inbred

fucks to change

anything

 

they make money off

of chaos, discontent

and hatred

 

just like the lord

has told them to

 

seek revenge and

never trust anyone

 

and one day

 

they’ll realize that

goes for the church

as well

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brain dead souls

 

stuck on the road

with these brain

dead souls

 

a green light must

no longer mean go

 

hell, at this rate it

doesn’t even mean

meander

 

there better be a

horrific accident

that makes me sick

to my stomach ahead

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hoping to avoid

 

two days a week

i get to see a future

i’m hoping to avoid

 

wheelchairs, walkers,

assistance with every

little detail

 

i get home and pour

myself a glass of

something strong

 

i’m hoping to be

dead before 50

 

of course, i see study

after study saying

that stubborn drinkers

live longer

 

i’m hoping i’m once

again the exception

to the rule