THIS IS A POEM ABOUT DRINKING MEN 5.24.17

5.24.17

Steel-latticed waste basket

filled with crumpled beer cans.

Okay,

word to drinking men:

spread your waste.

When it’s all in one place

it adds up

and you feel bad,

you think,

what am I doing

to myself.


 

Written at 10:58 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, while listening to Joey Bada$$. 

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