Ha Ha

Ha Ha

Patters on the floor
They combine in such a dizzying way
Are they supposed to be trasnparent?
They shoot up and hit me in the face
I complain of my frusturations
While somewhere in the world a man is injecting drugs
in his body
to see the shapes that I see on the carpet.
I laugh in his face--
Black
Red
Yellow
Blue
Slash Slash
Cut Cut
Drip
I suppose I should clean up before someone sees
my mess...
Too late
Fuck you
I bet that old many wishes his drugs were as
good as mine...
So do I.


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