The
ice tastes like water and the water tastes like shit
Smoking
so much pot even the munchies have called in sick
I
plan my nights around nausea and reruns of The
Good Wife
I’m
tired of texting people and hearing only the sound of crickets
Don’t
mention pizza and then not show up, that’s just plain cruel
Reaching
out to friends only to get repeatedly stabbed in the back is what makes Johnny
a serial disbeliever
These
days the brass ring is covered in axle grease and promissory notes
Sometimes
I get so tired of the broken state of affairs I play hide and seek with my invisible
self and go the way of nightshade and DoorDash
Forget
the promises you made to me and try and remember the promises you made to
yourself
Eating
Alka-Seltzer® ReliefChews like they’re going out of style because my stomach
has something to say and I’ve become hard of hearing
I
told Pipi if she didn’t start ignoring me I’d pull her braids and give her a
swift kick in her pantaloons
The
reason everything feels wonky is because we have a weak President who refuses
to listen to anyone, but his authoritative demons
The
water from the tap is obnoxious and lacks depth, but buying bottled water has
never made any sense to me
Let’s
stop pretending we’re not heading toward a Mad Max world where up is down and
the Jewish people better watch their backs
I
plan my days around chronic masturbation and reruns of Lost in Space
Charles Cicirella
3/3/19
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