the money was tempting though
 
i had a
woman
send me
an email
today
 
offering
me three
thousand
dollars
a week
to be her
sugar boy
 
i
congratulated
her on finally
reaching
rock
bottom
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an empty church parking lot
 
mothing makes
me happier than
an empty church
parking lot on a
sunday morning
 
i'm sure if a few
things would have
gone different in
my life
 
my thoughts on
god would be
totally different
 
although, i can't
help but think god
played a role in all
of that
 
so, the least of what
should happen is all
of the sheep going

broke
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under a tree
 
i used to write
poems under
a tree
 
across the street
from where my
girlfriend at the
time used to live
 
she saw me one
morning and told
me to stop stalking
her
 
i said just a few
more stanzas
to go
 
the cops didn't
understand that

either
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have it both ways
 
sometimes i feel like
not being afraid to die
hasn't exactly worked
out for me
 
i somewhere lost the
desire to still live
 
i should be old enough
to know you can't have
it both ways
 
but a stubborn asshole
doesn't always get to

choose his own reality
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new neighbors
 
the beauty
of living
around old
people is
you will
have new
neighbors
every few
years
 
of course,
none of
them will
be that
lonely
housewife
you always
heard about

in the suburbs

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. He’s been widely published over the last quarter century, most recently at The Rye Whiskey Review, Mad Swirl, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Beatnik Cowboy and Cajun Mutt Press. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)