by Slowdiver17 May 2020
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