Well… WTF?


My mother has cancer.

I don’t get paid to work.

My mother funds me.

My habits lack respect


Why would you neglect that which nourishes you?


My mother has cancer

I’m interviewing for jobs

My mother has a tumor behind her eye

My depression tries to care.


Why the fuck does she care?


My mother’s lungs have been pounded with smoke, the same smoke which my lungs ponder on a daily basis. And what do I do? I give up smoking….


To look for a job….

To nurture myself….

Acid rain is caused by sulfate.

My active brain dictates….

Whateverthefuck I mediate,

As I smoke my Marlboro Light.

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