Posted in Poetry

All the adults around me
Constantly existing in my life
They talk and have grand conversations
Using sophisticated words and phrases
Each sentence as predictable and judgmental
As the next
Just like their lives
Perfectly planned and executed
Like all the rest
Cookie-cutter conformity
I call It.
The talking suits and ties
Pledge to live by it

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4 In The Afternoon

Let’s trash the rest

Of our afternoon

Getting wasted in hotel rooms

I haven’t been thinking

Only mostly drinking

These bad decisions

Keep piling up

Probably due to the fact

I just stopped giving a fuck

Some days there’s

Nothing left to do

Besides getting lost

With the person next to you

Dancing in your underwear

At 4 in the afternoon

let the demons rest.

I’ll put them to bed

And we’ll sleep

When we’re dead.