Broken reality of social status
Cheap gasoline with alcohol
Darkest humor of sick underdog

I writing in night schift
Real fiction in pulp

I abusing mine depressions
Toxic pils with roasted coffee

I dreaming silent victories
Under my cold wet blanket

Phone conversation is boring
What they realy want
More money or more lies

I give up
I hang up
I live up
I love up

If you see me in morning cafe - alone -
How - I talking to myself

That's me - everyday- that's me