take this
pill promised
to"knock my ass
out," but there's a
little pizza in the oven
I'm waiting to consume
to somehow plug this annoying
ache that plays out in my guts every
time I come home at night. I don't speak,
people who speak to themselves are crazy.
I just exist, listening to the same people sing
the same bullshit over and over again, while smoke
begins
to
drift
from
my
oven
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