*jams To The Peanut Butter*

*jams to the peanut butter*

*cries because i can't get it off the roof of my mouth*

i'll wake up one day, and cry because i'll be so glad i made it through this. i'll be elated because the problems i deal with now will be nothing except ghost of what i've overcome. of course they'll stay with me, yet their haunting voices will only remind me of what i outlived.

let the crack cocaine rain from the heavens fuck the government

as i sip my tea, lukewarm mug

all is right, as i am snug

yet, my kidneys

they weep

i drew my dog

well drizzle me with gasoline and set me on fire because the was LIT