my minds infected
just like my foot
and i fucking hate working
more than i hate all of you
and the cost of my soul
isn't worth the trauma
and the price of being
buried up to neck
in the shit show after-shock drana
after the party, just one party
watching a SYSTEM un-containable,
suffocate and bleed itself out
sometimes even a dog runs away;
sometimes it stays
and
sometimes the fucking roof caves,
after a hurricane
and after,
you can bolt the doors
and caulk a new window pane
but the fucking design of the
floor will do no one any good
if its never ever changed
so rather than day time fixer ups
its time for any get rich quick tips
to keep me from feeling in same.

but I work on one foot,
but I work all day
minimum wage,
maximum distaste
to live in discomfort--
a New American way.