Sowwy

Megaladon

Shark attacks and marathons

Standing in corners at parties and worhsip

Holding red solo cups

So alone and empty

I sip alone, drink, shoot up alone

I sit waiting, wishing, wondering

Wandering

Trying to find drive, inspiration, friends

Mostly friends

I’m lost to sandstorms

And a sea of broken crustacians

Chipping and scratching my dry skin

Casting ash in the wind

Life is good

And other things I pretend

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